[a shaky Badou returns as the sky is darkening, and the smoke he sees outside his window makes him feel, in this state -- fucking delirious]
[his body feels like it moves all together, like some kind of shitty marionette, but his arms get there first, grabbing at the sill like the edge of a lifeboat. one is smeared liberally with fresh blood, but without any sign of a cut or scar. the other is bruised on the tender inside of his elbow, where an IV line should run]
[the name wells up in his throat, but he's hoarse from hate unspoken and self-loathing still scratches at his windpipe; it comes out wrong]
Re: action
[his body feels like it moves all together, like some kind of shitty marionette, but his arms get there first, grabbing at the sill like the edge of a lifeboat. one is smeared liberally with fresh blood, but without any sign of a cut or scar. the other is bruised on the tender inside of his elbow, where an IV line should run]
[the name wells up in his throat, but he's hoarse from hate unspoken and self-loathing still scratches at his windpipe; it comes out wrong]
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