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badfic_manor2012-05-17 04:25 am
notkinkypatch) wrote in badfic_manor2012-05-17 04:25 am
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[Video/possible stinky action] Puff Pass something or other
[The feed clicks on to a chase scene in panicked, jerky, disoriented motion, but it doesn't appear to have any incinerated cars or explosions yet; just two redheads running through darkened streets highlighted with dim lights, ducking through back alleys and vaulting over trash and downed homeless folks, all from the symphony of voices and thundering footsteps nipping at their heels-]
Get that nosy ass paparazzi wannabe, yous idiots! If he gets away with that story I'll gut yous like fishes!
[A much younger Badou's mouth droops open to suck much needed air into his lungs, he was a runner, sure, but this was fucking ridiculous! He expresses as much with a scowl, narrowed eyes and a jab to the ribs that only missed because of the jerky motion, not because he has shitty aim, okay?] Any time now you can pull a brilliant plan out of your fat ass, you ass! Do something! I don't even like fish!
[The older redhead exhales sharply at the bone-y elbow in his soft side and tosses away the tiny butt of a cigarette somewhere among the trash, gaze flickering to Badou, and its clear in his eyes that he's borderline terrified for the boy even with the asshole laugh that tumbles from his lips. Its all for show.]
Can't say I'm surprised judgin' by your lack of interest in poon. A plan? Ya want a plan? I'll give ya a plan, Bad Boy, no problem!
[Before Badou can even form the words 'Don't call me that, shitface' on his tongue the older male hauls him off the ground by his shirt, carries him over to a nearby dumpster, chucks the boy in and slams the lid shut]
Sit tight, don't get pregnant an' don't eat anythin' I wouldn't! I'll be back in a bit.
Dave? DAAAAAAAAAAAAVE YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GET BACK HERE! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, IT SMELLS! AN' WHAT IF I ROLL AWAY!? THIS DEATHTRAP HAS WHEELS!
[The sound of his brothers' retreating footsteps only solidify his doomed state, that and the horrid, rotting smell and the pitch blackness and the movement and accompanying low hum of something beneath him. Its a terrifying mystery. It could have been hours or days later, filled with the roiling heat of the trash underfoot, choking him, trapping him in, absorbing him, when the lid of the dumpster pops open and in the darkness a face peered down at him]
Hey fuck off, I've gotta Aunt Jamima lamp here an I ain't afraid to turn your face into swiss cheese with this duck, fucker! S-so stay back![Fear washes over Badou as he meets the face of his would-be killer, realization dawns-]
YOU MOTHERFUCKER! [It takes but a moment for Badou to throw himself out of the dumpster into a slightly battered Dave's arms, sending his brother reeling and stumbling]
Didja know you were sittin' on a dildo in there? I told you to watch that shit till you turned seventeen, kiddo. [Badou's only answer is to cling tighter, wrapping his legs around Dave's middle and burying his face against the mans' neck.]
Whassa matter, Bad Boy? I wouldn't have been much longer if that last fucker hadn't left me a little surprise, an I don't mean a party.
[It's mumbled and a shitton embarrassing but Badou finally retorts] I didn't think you'd...I'm too old to be a prom night dumpster baby but...
[There's a sigh and a warm hand carding through his hair.] Awe babe, I'd never leave you behind like that. I couldn't. You're my partner, remember?
[THE biggest pair of green eyes stare up at Dave with adoration, there are sparkles in those peepers, dammit! Maybe his brother wasn't such a dick...]
Besides, you're the only one who knows where the remote is, hahaha!
[This ruined moment is brought to you by a swift kick in the kidney and the grumbling of one affronted brat holding on for dear life.]
Giddyup, assdouche. I want a cheeseburger. An a shake. An a shower.
As you wish, Princess Bad Boy. I won't even spit this time.
[The memory finally ends and you are most blessed with the sight of a pair of pants pooled around pale ass hairy legs and after some fumbling Badou's face comes into view. His mouth is slanted in a smile that isn't his usual shitass smirk, but a wry, fond smile, not that he can help it.] It's a good thing I just shit or else I woulda at the sight of this. I never even got that shake, the fuckin' dickcheese...
[The camera pans away from view, thank fuck, there's a flush and you can be sure to find Badou stalking down the halls in a few. Be a dear and light a match.]
Get that nosy ass paparazzi wannabe, yous idiots! If he gets away with that story I'll gut yous like fishes!
[A much younger Badou's mouth droops open to suck much needed air into his lungs, he was a runner, sure, but this was fucking ridiculous! He expresses as much with a scowl, narrowed eyes and a jab to the ribs that only missed because of the jerky motion, not because he has shitty aim, okay?] Any time now you can pull a brilliant plan out of your fat ass, you ass! Do something! I don't even like fish!
[The older redhead exhales sharply at the bone-y elbow in his soft side and tosses away the tiny butt of a cigarette somewhere among the trash, gaze flickering to Badou, and its clear in his eyes that he's borderline terrified for the boy even with the asshole laugh that tumbles from his lips. Its all for show.]
Can't say I'm surprised judgin' by your lack of interest in poon. A plan? Ya want a plan? I'll give ya a plan, Bad Boy, no problem!
[Before Badou can even form the words 'Don't call me that, shitface' on his tongue the older male hauls him off the ground by his shirt, carries him over to a nearby dumpster, chucks the boy in and slams the lid shut]
Sit tight, don't get pregnant an' don't eat anythin' I wouldn't! I'll be back in a bit.
Dave? DAAAAAAAAAAAAVE YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GET BACK HERE! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, IT SMELLS! AN' WHAT IF I ROLL AWAY!? THIS DEATHTRAP HAS WHEELS!
[The sound of his brothers' retreating footsteps only solidify his doomed state, that and the horrid, rotting smell and the pitch blackness and the movement and accompanying low hum of something beneath him. Its a terrifying mystery. It could have been hours or days later, filled with the roiling heat of the trash underfoot, choking him, trapping him in, absorbing him, when the lid of the dumpster pops open and in the darkness a face peered down at him]
Hey fuck off, I've gotta Aunt Jamima lamp here an I ain't afraid to turn your face into swiss cheese with this duck, fucker! S-so stay back![Fear washes over Badou as he meets the face of his would-be killer, realization dawns-]
YOU MOTHERFUCKER! [It takes but a moment for Badou to throw himself out of the dumpster into a slightly battered Dave's arms, sending his brother reeling and stumbling]
Didja know you were sittin' on a dildo in there? I told you to watch that shit till you turned seventeen, kiddo. [Badou's only answer is to cling tighter, wrapping his legs around Dave's middle and burying his face against the mans' neck.]
Whassa matter, Bad Boy? I wouldn't have been much longer if that last fucker hadn't left me a little surprise, an I don't mean a party.
[It's mumbled and a shitton embarrassing but Badou finally retorts] I didn't think you'd...I'm too old to be a prom night dumpster baby but...
[There's a sigh and a warm hand carding through his hair.] Awe babe, I'd never leave you behind like that. I couldn't. You're my partner, remember?
[THE biggest pair of green eyes stare up at Dave with adoration, there are sparkles in those peepers, dammit! Maybe his brother wasn't such a dick...]
Besides, you're the only one who knows where the remote is, hahaha!
[This ruined moment is brought to you by a swift kick in the kidney and the grumbling of one affronted brat holding on for dear life.]
Giddyup, assdouche. I want a cheeseburger. An a shake. An a shower.
As you wish, Princess Bad Boy. I won't even spit this time.
[The memory finally ends and you are most blessed with the sight of a pair of pants pooled around pale ass hairy legs and after some fumbling Badou's face comes into view. His mouth is slanted in a smile that isn't his usual shitass smirk, but a wry, fond smile, not that he can help it.] It's a good thing I just shit or else I woulda at the sight of this. I never even got that shake, the fuckin' dickcheese...
[The camera pans away from view, thank fuck, there's a flush and you can be sure to find Badou stalking down the halls in a few. Be a dear and light a match.]