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yo
you know how to cook?

Mr. Nails?

[ .. what. No, literally, what. If only he could see the look he's giving the phone right now, like it just grew a head. He's so surprised that he momentarily forgets to ask how he's doing. ]

I know my way around a kitchen. [ Thank you Sembene and Daniel. ]

good

[ he drops a pin to his shared apartment next. ]

come here after lunch

[ and, as an afterthought, because why not— ]

bring cigarettes

[ .. why would he share his apartment location with someone who tried to kill him. Heine, your wifey is certifiably nuts. ]

I'll be there.

Do you need anything else? [ Nope, he can't not ask. ] You wounds, how are they?

[ ethan....... shoulda just sat there and ate your food, but no, you just had to ask. ]

juicy

[ If he had an appetite, it's long gone. Badou can't see it, but he winces on his end. ]

You paid the price for my carelessness. If Mr. Rammsteiner hadn't arrived when he did-

Forgive me.

if heine hadnt come when he did this goddamn city wouldve spat me back out again, no fuss

[ nevermind it was still terrifying. nevermind it still is. ]

but heine wouldve torn himself in two just to make sure you suffered while you died
and the last thing he needed was the blood of some dumbass on his hands
so dont even think about being late coming here
and ill see about that forgiveness youre asking for

A death is a death, no matter how temporary, Mr. Nails.

[ Christ, first Dorian and now Badou— stop taking this death thing so nonchalantly, guys. ]

I remember his eyes and I know what eyes like that are capable of, I don't doubt his resolve if things had ended differently. I won't be but you're going to have to be more specific as far as what kind of food you like. I can grab supplies at the shop when I'm getting the tobacco.

dont you worry your hairy little head about that
i got all the ingredients youll be needing today so hurry your ass up

[ he's not going to address any of that other stuff. not anymore, not through text. if ethan wants to talk to him about death, it'll have to wait until they're face to face.

the pin badou gave him was for his apartment, the one he shares with heine and nill. neither of the other two are home at the time of ethan's arrival, which is just how badou had planned for it. when the redhead greets the man, it's less with a "greeting" and more of an acknowledging grunt before pulling the door open further. he probably shouldn't be on his feet, but there wasn't anyone else around to answer the door. besides, he wanted to see for himself, face-to-face, toe-to-toe, what this man looked like. to put a dumb face to the dumb monster in his dreams, and hope that evens it out. ]

Thanks for not being naked this time.

[ unintentionally or otherwise he lingers in the hall before finding the right door, a bag carefully tucked under his arm. when the door opens, Ethan is finally face-to-face with the owner of the second face he saw after Vanessa brought him back to his senses. he recalls the red hair and eyepatch clearly, as well as the blood, but takes the time to properly take in his appearance while squinting before the utterance snaps him out of his thoughts.

it almost gets an incredulous laugh out of him as he removes his hat. ]

I aim to please, Mr. Nails. Should you be moving around like this?

[ his body language changes, eyes sharp, as he observes him for any sign that he may either fall or need support. without necessarily meaning to, his eyes linger on his gut where he recalls seeing most of the blood. while the glowing eyes of the wolf might have been predatory, his are warm and chock-full of regret— but there’s more, a glimmer of hope. he never thought the day would come where he could speak to a victim. ~~Warren Roper doesn’t count.~~

he offers him the bag which contains everything he asked for plus various wound care items. a small dent in his quest for forgiveness. ]

𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚛; INBOX

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crawls in here late sobs

i brought starbucks..