He was a lightweight, somehow managing to live off that constant nicotine of his, sometimes supplemented by a meal at Buon Viaggio, sometimes not. The point was, it only made sense for Badou to be drunk off his second beer, face tinged pink and either arm draped over the shoulders of the nearest girls. He had, the albino observed, longer hair than both of them and a more feminine face. So, unless the girls were lesbians (and by the way they were all over each other as well as Badou, Haine wouldn't be surprised if they were), he couldn't understand the attraction. Then again, he himself was afraid of women
Nodon'tcallitthatIjustdon'tlikethemisall
and he's perfectly fine around the redhead.
It's a slurred voice that wakes him from his daydreams, the smell of too much alcohol and just the right amount of smoke invading his senses. "Don't wait up fer me, Haine. I got lots ta be doin'."
'Lots? If by lots, you mean getting robbed blind, then yes you do.' But Haine lets him go, lets him disappear with the two girls. Last time…last time he let Badou go off by himself, his fool of a partner ended up half dead. So he follows, heartbeat quickening as he reaches the door, throwing it open with a customary snarl.
The redhead looks up from what he's doing, half dressed and still flushed. "Thought you didn't like girls, Haine." And the girls are giggling and laughing and in Haine's ears, they're turning into screams and Lily, ohgod, Lily, you're dead I'm so sorry. And she's smiling and smiling andsmilingandsmiling and it's ringing in his ears as he's backing up, pressed against the wall and his knees are giving out, and all those bodies, all that blood and those girls, still laughing and pointing and giggling and andandandand
"Get out!" He's not sure whose scream it is, his or Badou's or his or Badou's or his, but Haine can hear someone's voice whining ad wailing and fluctuating and it because be his, because when Badou puts a hand over the albino's mouth, the screams grows muffled and dies out, but he can taste blood and his teeth are biting, digging, and now Badou's the one yelping, yanking his hand back.
The girls are gone and it's quiet (so quiet) and Badou's cradling his hand, crouched in front of Haine. Haine can see something peeking through the blood and mangled, purling flesh (bone? He bit him to the bone? Snapping, popping, blood spilling over the cuts and it's cracking in his mouth).
"No girls for me, huh?" He's smiling painfully, more like a Jack-O-Lantern grimace, moving his hand to his mouth to suck at the wound.
"You have to deal with me instead."