[he's too young to be a real adrenaline junkie, a suicide punk, living a "hardboiled" life, like some people (blow it all on one big party, bad boy); but where living is rough, so are the joys (and Badou is growing up with a spark inside him that wants to light fires)]
[he barks a laugh at the stupid honking car even as he throws out a hand for purchase on the dash (doesn't even notice when that hand fails the task, nerves not sparking in kind, like he is)]
[orange hair whips around from the wind and a craning neck; even with only one eye, he wants to look at everything from this fastfreenew perspective (so like the old but so different, too)]
[every so often, though, he makes sure to look forward instead of backwards or sideways; he'll watch that dark blue rise up, like it always did in his imagination]
Re: action
[he barks a laugh at the stupid honking car even as he throws out a hand for purchase on the dash (doesn't even notice when that hand fails the task, nerves not sparking in kind, like he is)]
[orange hair whips around from the wind and a craning neck; even with only one eye, he wants to look at everything from this fastfreenew perspective (so like the old but so different, too)]
[every so often, though, he makes sure to look forward instead of backwards or sideways; he'll watch that dark blue rise up, like it always did in his imagination]