...arrr

[destinyunravels]

[Ambles aimlessly into a room...any room, a half-drunk bottle of rum dangling precariously from his hand, is a creature wearing what resembles a ratty and tattered old naval jacket and looks like...well, Scruffington, full on beardy 'n' shit. He reeks of alcohol and who knows what else. His brown hair is matted and only part of it is even still fastened together by a ribbon.

He slumps against the wall.]

What's the use? [He takes a generous swig]

There's nothing. Not even the most spectacular breasts I'd ever seen. Who bloody cares anymore? Not I, not James, that's who!

[His voice only got louder with his proclamation and he resists the urge to start letting it rain on his face. Instead he drinks so much more of the rum it dribbles down into his beard. Classy.]

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look how fuckin bitchy his face matches here, omfg

[destinyunravels]

I don't know the use in 'snapping out of it', because it's never gotten me anywhere. But maybe it's time I start trusting you...you did bring this stuff, after all.

[Norrington gestures to the beer before he returns the pat on the back, only way too hard (........................................................i'm...), sending Badou stumbling forward. But it's all forgotten in the chaos that ensues...

Any mention of assdouches and lopsided tits and something about the King disappeared from James's mind as he watched his redheaded companion get up faster than he'd ever seen (--wait...ever?--) then, Badou's strange words really became lost in an intense exploding pain in the front of Slim Jim's mouth as--was that blood?--he stumbles back.

He spits out a tooth and some blood amidst Badou's hysterical shouting, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he fixes the shouting ginge with a glare.

Then, as the last words leave the angry mouth of an angry one-eyed god, Norrington's own beautiful hazel eyes...I mean...drunken-ass bloodshot eyes fill with the biggest tears you ever seen't and he begins sobbing brokenly.]

I-I ca-can't believe I forgot the m-m-mother of our--our--!

Allie? Was that her name?

[sniffles and squints blearily at Badou]

Is your name Noah, then?

keep trying James...keep trying to get out of that grave you're digging, it ain't gon' happen

as usual I wanna kiss his stinky face and pour mouth wash on every part of his bod ;~;

[notkinkypatch]

((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.

durr how fight scenes work, mommy. (I better be getting good at this if I'm gonna Reese)

[destinyunravels]

[ As poor ol Jim's luck would have it, it happened to be none other than Badou bringing down his foot hard (.........) on the Brit's booze-saturated stomach that cleared the fog in his mind--and did it ever, with the force of a thousand hair dryers on a patch of lower wig--and he remembered, with more and more clarity with every punch, all of it. ALL of it. Marceline...Badou's junk... all of the things that poor man had seen't.

But Norrington didn't say anything, maybe because he was having the shit beat out of him, or maybe because he felt Badou deserved the aggression--and let the other man recooperate (ain't he a nice guy) while he, with soggy bloody breaths and lots of cursing under his breath, pushed himself to a sitting position.

He would have just told Badou he'd remembered, the wanker, but no. He had to open his mouth.

The second that last word is out of Badou's mouth, it's a bird, it's a plane - no, it's a disgrace to the Flag! - and Norrington's launched himself at the redhead with a wild yell. TOUUUUUCHDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWN SLIM JIM! He starts with grabbing a fistful of that coppery goodness of hair, scrabbling around with the startled and raging Badou , yanking them (.....................heh) by pulling him onto their/his feet]

DON'T YOU--[ there's a punch, connecting with--well, something, as James was currently too blinded by his rage to see much of anything--or just the nasty tangled disgusting greasy curtain that is his own hair, fallen in front of his face ]

TALK ABOUT--[ he knees Badou in the stomach ]

--MY PANTIES!

[ Then James sees the cigarette, still smoking and limply held between Badou's fingers still, out of the corner of his eye, snatches it and takes a good, long drag, this time only coughing twice. His eyes watering only...a lil...

Then he sighs and spits once more, blood and spit and another tooth--oh, Badou will be receiving a bill for this...let's see where that allowance of Kyouya's goes now--and speaks, his voice raw and sexy ]

I remember it now, you fucknut.

rawr

(yeah cause you've got the pissing and crying part of Reese down ;)) YOU GOT THIS

[notkinkypatch]

[Badou would have laughed at the sheer jolting dick connection that wired Norrington's memories back together if he wasn't a fucking worse wreck laying on his back on the ground after the initial fisting. If this is how Loki felt at the end of the Avengers then personally Badou understands why his teats are so cold over his daddy issues.
All throughout the passionate and sexy beating Badou flashed back to Neo's gallant struggle and Trinity's angular man-like face, how they triumphed over Hugo Weaving. If they could do that then he could triumph over some drunk ass friend thirsting weepily after titties. Without dying at the end of the fourth goddamn movie.
He wipes his bloody mouth with the back of his hand, his hot bod aching all the fuck over, and manages a gurgle of laughter he hardly feels in the feels.]

Yeah? You sure bout that, cocknose? Cause if you wanna roll around with your balls against my ass you'll wanna see the WWE league on assignin' a pair of tights. I suggest neon green ones that'll bring out your....mast. [Grunting and huffing and bitching about shitting in dicks, Badou sits up and leans on one elbow whilst reaching over to snatch Dickington's stolen cigarette. The firedick warrior takes a drag and gives the other man his patented bitch face, though it had a wearier tint to it. He's pretty accepting of his IOU on the rest of that asskicking, and now he's...not content. Hardly (.........) satisfied. But ok.]

Getcher own or deal with shotgunning, dickhole. How bout a beer too while you're at it, dear~? [Have an asshole smirk]