((P.s I'm totes listening to 'With or without you' rn for fagly inspiration)...also idk this thing is a piece of hot poo)
[Badou feels a strange, sick sense of joy whilst watching that tooth speckled with blood sail across the air and hit the ground in a sort of slow motion. Numbly he hopes that, being an English grandpa, Norrington doesn't expect him to pay for a new tooth and shit. Because he refuses. He doesn't even have eye insurance, let alone goddamn pearly whites, fuck off. When he snaps out of it Norrington is just as pathetic and simpering as ever, and the beer that's been spilled everyfuckingwhere is stained across his crotch like he's pissed himself. Badou's lazy eye observes all. What really gets him are the stupid words that tumble out of the guys' mouth like watery diarrhea.]
....Noah? Noah. WHO THE FUCK IS NOAH?! I'M GUESSIN IT'S GONNA TAKE A FEW MORE POUNDINGS TO STRAIGHTEN THE ROCKS IN YOUR FUCKIN' HEAD! [As he passionally proclaims his feelings for his friend he looms over the english gent and brings his foot down heavily upon his gut, all swishy and full of booze as it is, and grinds his heel in. Wow this new aggressive part of Badou is kind of hot. His blood boils and his teeth clench and he's clearly hysterical and he can't fucking believe! That this asshole is this much of a lightweight.]
HER GODDAMN NAME WAS MARCELINE! I'M GONNA ALLIE YOUR ASSHOLE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! I OUGHTTA RIP OFF YOUR LOWER WIG AN FEED IT TO YOU! MAYBE A LITTLE PUBE PROTEIN'LL WAKE UP THAT HOLLOW BRAIN OF YOURS! [Badou's pretty distraught at this point, kneeing Norrington in the chest and giving him another punch, and another, and another, all wrecked as fuck, heart thundering in his ears. Finally, finally, after minutes that seem like hours pass, he sits his juicy ass on the ground, looks at his bloody knuckles, and sighs.]
You're a fuckin' mess, Slim Jim. Covered in piss an your own boogies. Not hard boiled at all. Your panties're a lil too loose for my likin'. [He retrieves his crumpled cig pack and lights up, fixing his mournful, defeated and god damn disappointed gaze on the other man. He can hardly believe he let loose like that, really. Ain't like him.] I'll save the rest of the justice against your asshole for when you remember your own three sizes an your own name. Moron.
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as usual I wanna kiss his stinky face and pour mouth wash on every part of his bod ;~;
22/3/13 05:50 (UTC)[Badou feels a strange, sick sense of joy whilst watching that tooth speckled with blood sail across the air and hit the ground in a sort of slow motion. Numbly he hopes that, being an English grandpa, Norrington doesn't expect him to pay for a new tooth and shit. Because he refuses. He doesn't even have eye insurance, let alone goddamn pearly whites, fuck off.
When he snaps out of it Norrington is just as pathetic and simpering as ever, and the beer that's been spilled everyfuckingwhere is stained across his crotch like he's pissed himself. Badou's lazy eye observes all. What really gets him are the stupid words that tumble out of the guys' mouth like watery diarrhea.]
....Noah? Noah. WHO THE FUCK IS NOAH?! I'M GUESSIN IT'S GONNA TAKE A FEW MORE POUNDINGS TO STRAIGHTEN THE ROCKS IN YOUR FUCKIN' HEAD! [As he passionally proclaims his feelings for his friend he looms over the english gent and brings his foot down heavily upon his gut, all swishy and full of booze as it is, and grinds his heel in. Wow this new aggressive part of Badou is kind of hot. His blood boils and his teeth clench and he's clearly hysterical and he can't fucking believe! That this asshole is this much of a lightweight.]
HER GODDAMN NAME WAS MARCELINE! I'M GONNA ALLIE YOUR ASSHOLE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! I OUGHTTA RIP OFF YOUR LOWER WIG AN FEED IT TO YOU! MAYBE A LITTLE PUBE PROTEIN'LL WAKE UP THAT HOLLOW BRAIN OF YOURS! [Badou's pretty distraught at this point, kneeing Norrington in the chest and giving him another punch, and another, and another, all wrecked as fuck, heart thundering in his ears. Finally, finally, after minutes that seem like hours pass, he sits his juicy ass on the ground, looks at his bloody knuckles, and sighs.]
You're a fuckin' mess, Slim Jim. Covered in piss an your own boogies. Not hard boiled at all. Your panties're a lil too loose for my likin'. [He retrieves his crumpled cig pack and lights up, fixing his mournful, defeated and god damn disappointed gaze on the other man. He can hardly believe he let loose like that, really. Ain't like him.] I'll save the rest of the justice against your asshole for when you remember your own three sizes an your own name. Moron.