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[the boy's predictably tense under her fingertips, but it's like an idle tenseness (he never really relaxes, except into an unconscious sprawl whenever he falls asleep -- wherever he falls asleep)]

[his hands drop to his lap, shoulders still hunched stupidly]

[the movie has his attention for a few minutes, but then he asks, along the same lines she's thinking]

So d'ya got 'em too? You're gonna.

[it's like running a comb through a soggy orange haystack, but the repetitive motion of combing while she half-watches the movie is also weirdly calming. she's been a little on edge lately.

carol frowns at the question, though, wrinkling her nose.]

Dunno yet. No itching so far. Who the hell gave 'em to you, anyway?

Hnnf. Some fucking kid.

[it's hard to say, sometimes, whether Badou is secretive because of his previous lifestyle, or just because he's just being a lousy, lazy teenager]

[he's unaware of why a bit of a haze (of sorts) is descending over him; it's been a long, long time since someone combed through his hair]

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[she sweeps back the hair over one ear and combs through it, pressing hard -- lice love nesting there, fleas probably do too.]

Good luck to whoever lives with him. Don't bring him over here, like we need this to happen again.

[jeff goldblum is on the screen, and that catches carol's attention for a minute -- when she looks back down there's a flea on the back of her hand, digging in. she crushes it mercilessly with the teeth of the comb.]

Eugh.

[the sweep of his hair forward tickles a bit, and the redhead twitches a bit doggishly, but doesn't move away; god, he wants those wriggly, bitey little fuckers off]

He's probably gonna show up. I dunno. He might try ta stab you but that's how he says hello, I think. So if somebody tries ta stab you, it's probably him, I mean. He's okay besides that.

[horrifyingly; even crawling with fleas, Badou likes him (because he's had worse, seen worse, anyway)]

[a green eye shutters to half-closed at the harder press of comb, and the movie blurs a bit more]

[fleas, stabbing. a memory stirs--]

Wait, is this that weird kid? The one with the sorta caveman vibe?

[badou makes the weirdest friends. then again, the fact that he actually is making friends makes her smile a little, lopsided, at the back of his head.

comb comb comb.]

Take him to the vet before he comes by again, then.

[the boy huffs, and he draws up those lanky, growing too-fast too-awkward legs, resting bandaged arms on knees, and a sharp chin on top]

Fuck off! Just 'coz somebody's got fleas it don't mean they're a goddamn animal! Nill's had fuckin' fleas! ...An' she probably has 'em again.

[high-pinioned shoulders are slowly relaxing, and it's probably strange to see a lazy curve where it's usually all irritable lines]

You gave them to Nill? You're a terrible friend.

[said wryly, teasing, as carol starts in at the back where he was scratching before, in underneath all his hair, combing from the bottom up. she's only found a few fleas so far, a lot more flea dirt.

it reminds her of the couple of times she's had to de-flea chewie. they're both about the same color, too.

onscreen, brachiosaurus or apatosaurus or whatever the proper name is romp. it feels kind of peaceful.]

She ain't my friend, she's just some girl!

[it's mumbled sourly, mostly to his arms, but still audible over the groans and roars of the dinosaurs on TV]

[and they're just getting blurrier again when a sudden bite, a sudden itch, makes his neck twinge and his head shift]

Nngh -- are you gettin' any out?

[she just smirks at his protests. not his friend, sure, never mind the fact that he's acted like a dumb kid with a dumb crush every time carol's seen him talk to her.

it's kinda cute.]

Some, keep still. Where'd that one get you?

I dunno, the fucking head?

[being belligerent helps, right]

[and the boy is quiet again, refocusing on the movie]

[carol whaps him on the head again for that belligerence, halfheartedly, and goes back to work.

sweeping more of his hair back with her fingers to get underneath it, she feels a coil of dumb fondness in her gut. stupid kid.]

I got all three. Movies, I mean. Even though the third one kinda sucks.

Stop hittin' me! I'll rub my fucking head all over your bed!

[he buries more of his face against his arm]

...It don't kinda suck, it sucks every dick since the dawn'a time, dinosaur-style.

[lightly scruffles up his hair]

The lack of Goldblum is disappointing. Spinosaurus is cool, though.

Goldblum? That's the kinda shit you're inta?

[assumes the scruffles are productive]

[incredibly productive. scrufflescruffle comb comb.]

Usually I go in for a few more muscles, but I mean have you seen the part where his shirt's all open like that?

Chaotiticians are sexy.

[real talk with mom.]

Yah I must'a missed that part. He's like a million years old.

[whoops eye closes]

Well he is now, sure.

[not as many fleas popping up now, but she keeps up the combing anyway, settling into a more comfortable position while she does, tucking her legs up under her.

have they ever sat down and done anything dumb and quiet like this before?]

Like you'd know anyway.

Like I care, anyway.

[it feels good, not so terribly itchy even with the bites he has, that comb scraping against his scalp]

[he stops trying not to relax, lets his shallow breath become more evened]

[a small huff of amusement and she quiets down, focused on her rhythm and the sounds of the movie in the background, the silence from the rest of the house.

carol's eyelids are starting to feel a little heavy too. an itch twinges at the crown of her head and she reaches up idly to scratch at it -- and freezes, in abject horror.]

Shit.

[a single green eye blinks back open]

-- Eh?

[in the most pathetic voice carol is capable of:]

...I think I have fleas.

[and that orange head turns around (to the left, of course), Badou saying helpfully]

Duh. I got these like days ago.

[skritchskritchskritch aggressively at that spot.]

I know but I've never had fleas before, I've only had lice a couple times, this is gross. Augh.

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