tampered | log; ongoing

When; July 31st, Evening.
Rating; no censorship here, kiddos.
Characters; Heine Rammsteiner [

weisshaar[ & Badou Nails [

arr_ilovemecigs]
Summary; Reunion for the fifth? sixth? (lost count) time between the eyepatch and white hair.

Log;

Almost invisible yet grooves quite clear, Heine's brows were knit into an x of hard-boiled irritation and preemptive speculation. Each time the one-eyed idiot came to the City, he had to find him, pick his useless body off whatever hole he was stuck in, and shelter him.

...well, the first one was here before he was, so he doesn't count. But every time after that, he remembered, how clamorous Badou was. Why is it that the City had to haul him when he didn't have any smokes?

"Tch." He punched the bottom-floor elevator button. The steel box shut its doors, shuddered, and descended six floors. The all-too cheerful arrival bell rang, and Heine marched out to the hall and towards the main door, which, of course, lacked an eyesore junkie. Realizing it'll be a while, the leather-donned boy slammed his back against a granite pillar, crossing his arms and ankles with exasperation.

Heine shut his eyes, and slowly--inevitably, he sunk into a sea of thought. What exactly was he so mad for? It's always been this way. There was no change in the biting, half-joking remarks the "partners" exchanged. Heine was a bastard, and Badou was an asshole. Same old, if you ask him. But maybe it was just that that pissed him off. Everything passed as if nothing had happened--and frankly, not much has--but it's been over a year since he's been here. Over and over again, he went through versions new and old of his world's respective personages. Why did they leave, and not him? What was keeping him here and not there, where, though he had a shittier lifestyle, he at least had some purpose? He didn't want to admit to this vague feeling of loneliness and deception, but this time--

This time, he considered, maybe killing someone he knew wouldn't be a bad idea.

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Badou puffed quietly as he made his way around the city, looking up every once in a while at tall buildings for numbers and guidance.

He had just arrived here not too long ago but it was already starting to feel like home, what with there being the tranny, Nill and Haine and all. Fuck, even the creepy little psycho, shit excuse of a family Haine had was here, too.

But something wasn't right, he knew them all and they knew him but. Shit, it just didn't fucking feel right.

...what the hell, forget it. He dismissively waved his hand over the topic and walked up to Building 6, already sighting the albino friend in question. Standing in front of him, he exhaled a puff of smoke and gave him the most shit-eating grin.

"Yo, crazy bastard."

Pushing off the frigid stone, all Badou got from the pale-skinned man was a deep frown and a loving "Yo, batshit asshole," delicately adorned with a caustic smirk.

Heine took a few steps forward, extracting a bony hand from the warmth of tight jacket pockets. He was going to pull open the door, but instead turned to the lanky man.

"...My fridge is empty. If you're hungry, you have to ask...." he paused, thinking which N-name to use. He wasn't sure if the older one knew how to cook, but he didn't want to bother the winged one either. "...Nill." Yes, safer choice. He continued with another option, "Or hit a diner."

Waiting for an answer, Heine stood quietly and still.

"What the hell are we waiting for then, I'm fucking starving."

He exhaled a smoky breath and looked at the red-eyed albino for a moment before giving him a lopsided smirk in return.

"Although I'm telling you now--dickshit--that we're going to put some fucking food in that fridge. Cos I'm not gonna starve all the time. And what the hell would you have an empty one for?"

"Guess I'm not always fucking hungry like you are," he growled, spinning on his thick heels and flying down the steps with a little more vigor than normal. He didn't bother tell Badou to follow and was quickly leaving him behind.

[...is there a supermarket in the City?]

Scrambling to follow the other man, he grunted and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Well shit, I don't figure you are considering you're prolly drinking baby blood or eating dead people in your free time."

He stepped down the stairs and increased his stride to catch up to him.

"Speaking of which, the hell are you doing for money around here?"

[...THERE BETTER BE. LET'S JUST SAY THERE IS. 8|]

If Heine was in a good mood, which he rarely was outside battle where he didn't have to think beyond shooting and being shot, he'd retaliate with his own joke. But he wasn't. So simply, he listened to his and his friend's heavy footsteps as they strode forward, turning this corner and that.

In the middle of the march, he answered the query, "Odd jobs. Mostly get this item from point A to point B. Linear and boring as hell."

Coming to a well-lit road, their destination, a small supermarket, was only a block away.

[I LIKE THIS IDEA. and haha;; i never specified heine's job, so making this up as i go. RAMMSTEINER DELIVERY SERVICE--]

Raising an eyebrow at the lack of a cussword or reply to his earlier comment, Badou glanced his way before silently disregarding it. Fucker was probably in a pissy mood, it usually wasn't smart to push luck on that.

He spoke again, this time a little more serious.

"Why don't you work with me, I picked up some part-time shit at a bar nearby. Figured since the drinks were free and the pay was alright that it looked good. Sounds boring as hell too, though. Could use your anti-social skills for some entertainment."

Looking up to stare at the nearing supermarket, he grinned and tapped the debris off the tip of his cigarette.

"But shit, it'd definitely be more fun than pulling fucking odd jobs in a city like this."

[CAN WE ALSO MAKE UP MAGICAL UNICORNS AND RAINBOWS? :> and lmao how I would die to have Haine deliver a pizza to my house.]

Oh, so now he's picking on him. Heine flinched slightly. Not over his lame people skills (which was met with full apathy), but at the idea of working at a bar. Around crowds. Crowds that smoked and drank and seduced and, combined with Badou's bad luck, involved employees (especially bartenders) into their ordeals.

So he had to ask: "As what?"

Depending on his answer, he'll either be declined or dissed--which is the same thing, really. Only varied levels of harsh.

"You've only been here like what, three days? I've been here over a year, so don't give me a comparison when you don't know what kind of shitheads live here."

Heine crossed the road and slowed his pace as he stepped into store boundaries. There were few people, which is why he shopped in this particular market, and despite its size, they had mostly everything and more.

[SURE BUT I THINK THE CITY'S GOOD AT THAT ALREADY. unless we're talkin' other types of unicorns and rainbows. like, trojan unicorns and hallucinogenic rainbows. lololol RANDOM ENCOUNTER!!?!]

"Shut the hell up, Haine. You just told me your job was boring as shit and linear so what the fuck are you trying to tell me?"

Badou walked into the store, still puffing on his cigarette.

"And I don't know, you could probably make for a good waitress.

.....

..............

...hahaHAHAHHAHA." He snorted and continued, walking down the nearest aisle already looking for some quick food.

"Aw, but shit, okay. He said something about bartenders and security. If you wanna avoid crowds, security is probably the best for you. Although haha, I'd fucking kill to see you in an apron or talking it up with some patrons at the bar."

[roflmao LOL HAINE WOULD SHOOT THEM ALL DOWN BEFORE BADOU GOT TO RIDE ON ANY OF THEM, FUCKING ASSHOLE. 8(]

"Keeps me from overspending and ruffling the Deities. Bunch of fuckers--"

He did not. If Badou hadn't shuffled ahead of him, Heine would have loved bashing his sorry head into the clock display.

But he digressed. And instead sauntered by him and dealt one merciless blow to his ankle. Any ensuing shouting was completely ignored as he browsed over a selection of instant meals. Cooking wasn't the gunman's forte, k.

Afterwards, he scratched the back of his neck and sighed, "Well, whatever you do, I'll wait. See if you come back alive and shit."

Badou was still laughing to himself at the very mention of his idea when a sudden pain behind his ankle pushed him forward, leaving him sprawled on the linoleum floor.

"...."

He rose up, hand holding his now throbbing elbow before noticing the cigarette on the floor. And not between his lips. On the floor.

"..WHAT THE FUCK, HAINE!!! MY DAMN CIGARETTE."

Standing up properly, he grumbled as he dug through his jacket pockets for another stick and lit it, glaring at the albino jackass during the entire process.

"Asshole, the next pack is on you. And what the shit, it's not like I'm going into war.

..whatever, I'll tell you how it goes. Bastard."

Heine resisted snickering, but his lips twitched into a crooked smile. Like a switch, his voice went from monotone to cheeky.

"Five-second rule applies to cigarettes too, you know."

Then, hearing that he had to buy the next pack again, he huffed and stomped out of the aisle, "Shut up, I know already."

He was going to ask for the bar's name, but his mood disuaded such action and left him mute until after going through the cash register.

Scowling and cussing under his breath, he puffed the new cigarette and mourned the loss of his previous one.

"..oh shut up, the poor bastard deserves to die quietly at least. I hope he haunts you in your sleep, asshole."

He grabbed a pack of noodles and a frozen pizza before following Haine to the cash register, arms full as he reached out for another pack of cigarettes. They were the same brand Wolfwood had bought him, and though they didn't taste the same as his favorites, they were okay.

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