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HOUSE #1470
mayo ✧ little shit ✧ loving daughter

"You've reached Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel. I'm not here, leave a message!

If it's urgent... uh. Leave it urgently."

speed dial
steve
sakamoto
gremlin

( call | text | voicemail | mail | action )

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[claws left only to himself again, Badou sheathes them into the palms of his hands (only feeling the sting in one)]

[forced to remember he is a person, he begins to cagily come back to himself. the assembly from wounded animal to wounded boy-animal again is painfully, terribly obvious; it starts at his spine, which forces itself to unclench out of that ridged hunch, straightening up. the shift travels along up his neck, which brings his face forward instead of snarling to the side, forcing him to use his vision and acknowledge that this moment is being shared (and all the shame and anger that brings). his mouth and eye are the most trouble (windows to the hungry soul and hungrier gut respectively), but bitten, thin lips eventually tighten and conceal (not lose) that open, angry, canine tilt to them. a few blinks, and his eye becomes sharper, focusing itself forcibly on individual shards lining the floor, on Carol's feet, up her legs]

[the last piece snaps jarringly into place with a short, rough snort at the question, because it's so vague in the circumstances (me, him, those old beasts, this new stranger, did it even fucking matter?)]

[in the end the cigarette dispenser's still empty, his blood is still too heavy with hatefearlove, and his brother is still lost to him; he'd been warned]

[finally, words (which rarely suit him at the best of times, and certainly don't now, because he stole them in the first place)]

I gotta... get'a new pair'a -- goddamn pants now...

Edited 2013-07-19 10:14 (UTC)

[carol makes a soft noise that might've been a laugh if it wasn't so miserable and worried and relieved, a startled huff of air. if he can snap his mind back to something so dumb and trivial, then maybe

maybe he can pick himself up from this crisis and be okay.

it aches somewhere deep inside her ribcage that she can't help him do that, has no idea how to even start, but what she can do is be there. just make sure he's not alone.]

We can take care of that later, okay?

[her voice is soft, but it still sounds too-loud to her in the stillness of the empty LEU.]

For now, you think you need the first aid kit?

[carol wants to offer more than that, she wants to hug the stupid kid, or push his hair back from his stupid face, or do something comforting, since she can't find the right words for him. this is gonna have to do, though.]

[he stares a bit uncomprehending at her; then the old pain rushes back to his senses all at once, and he looks down, as if genuinely realising its not just his pants that have been ripped (he's been blunted down, and it's starting to show)]

[he touches the wound (further staining those perfectly wrapped bandages, as he always will) and looks blankly at the blood as his hand comes away wetter]

[the heat of it inspires the thought of its opposite; Badou thinks of the coldness in that man's tone, realises he should have asked what did you lose instead of letting this stupid blood of his take over]

[(he would have asked, would have kept it together long enough to pull the info and even the score; I am such a fucking idiot.)]

[a distracted, affirmative grunt is given to Carol]

[the quiet is a little unsettling coming from him, bristling little king of the comeback, the bullheaded resistance, the sharp fuck you, but she doesn't press it.]

Okay. Back in a sec.

[the first aid kit's in one of the cabinets over the sink on the other end of the room -- next to where carol has installed the jar of her favourite brand of coffee, which is how she knows without thinking where to look.

she opens it up once she's back beside him; disinfectant, rubbing alcohol, bandages. okay. she nods at the leg of his pjs]

Roll that up for me.

[and sets about the task, matching silence for silence.]

[she takes the time to finish her pretzels and enjoy the view, sun slipping lower and lower, glowing brighter in her eyes like a show of resistance, one last hurrah before it's all over.

she knows that feeling. if you've gotta go out, go out blazing.

when the last pretzel has been crunched up, the bag shoved in her other pocket, carol hauls herself up off the sand and brushes it off her ass and legs as best she can (which is not that great), then sets off along the shore at a leisurely amble toward the rocks where badou's lurking, thumbs in the belt-loops of her shorts.

there's no rush; she's content to slip along the wet sand as the wind makes lazy tugs at her hair and birds cry out, far off. content to let the kid do his thing.

that's the point, after all.]

w/e

[ at ass o'clock in the morning: ]

what kind of constellations do u have??
i promise this isnt a come on
(yet)

At home? Standard fare
The big dipper, orion, the ursas
Aquarius, taurus, pisces, etc
Why?

it differs with each world and planet so I suppose I got curious
your planet is much like mine
isn't that amazing???

Earth seems to be a common point of origin around these parts
Although it's kind of a different earth sometimes
That where you're from?

born and raised yes
were amanto ever a thing on your earth?

Never heard the name
What are they?

aliens
in the most simple of terms

Oh, we got our fair share of aliens
Never any called amanto though, no

do you mind if I ask what "fair share" means in this context??

No, sure
My earth tends to get attacked by alien races a lot
Like once every couple months
We're in an important tactical position for the kree/skrull conflict and also we've gained a lot of notice for technology and for the superhuman part of the population
Basically everybody wants a piece

how daring and exciting
conflict always makes life for the common man hard
your earth is still wholly your own though??

Despite their best efforts yep
100% human-owned

EXCELLENTE
isn't the human spirit wonderful???

I'm pretty partial to it yeah
What's the state of things on sakamoto-earth? I'm curious

[an orange head pops up from the jagged stones, more sunset sunglare than boy]

[and for once, it's Badou that reaches out to another person]

Yo -- Carol.

[of course, as usual, it's a bit of a double-edged sword (he's never really been a bundle of joy, even in the moments he is allowed to be childish)]

[when he crawls more out of the rocks, it's apparent that he's completely soaked from the waist down, with hefty helping of rock slime smeared down the right side of his shirt; he smells exactly like low tide]

D'ya still got that pretzel bag?

[the hand he reaches out also has a fairly sizable crab clamped onto it, it's claw firmly entangled in the thick wads of cotton and cloth that encase Badou's right hand]

[(if there's pressure on the wound itself, he doesn't feel it)]

total amanto invasion!

Welp
How's that working out for you

very well all things considered
we modernized very quickly at the least

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