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notkinkypatch[It's not too difficult to pinpoint Badou's exact location, or at least as far as any brave s.o.b knows, the annoying ass and terribly off key singer belting out a possibly familiar yet awe inspiring tune from the bathroom to the accompaniment of running water and appropriate 'do do' sounds where a piano's keys should be.
So scrub a dub dub one ginger in the shower, hidden thankfully by the curtain and the fog of steam engulfing the room, seems normal, right, same ol same ol?
Except for the way the curtain of fog is slowly starting to dissolve into the perfect form of a path, heading straight for Badou's unsuspecting and obnoxious form. All is well within the confines of the shower, Badou's even swaying a little with his own terrible music making, occasionally adjusting the bright and gaudy purple shower cap wrapped around his hair and generally being a pain in the ass.
There's a strange scent in the air...a familiar waft of cigarette smoke, the shitty cheap brand.
Then shit gets real.
A freezing draft ruffles the curtains aside just enough for Badou to feel it and he has just enough time to turn around before something looms and casts a shadow across the curtain, ever so slowly the curtain parts and Badou's body is ready
with a shriek that pierces the heavens
Unsurprisingly, our hero slips and falls out of the shower with the grace of a swan.
Hovering before him, casual as can be, stands a tall, handsome and clearly dead redhead with a remarkable resemblance to our currently screaming and flailing ginger, who has by now definitely dropped the soap.]
AAAAAHAHAHHAHAAH YOU SHOULDA SEEN YOUR DAMN FAAAAAACE! I bet you pissed! You did, didn't you? No need to be shy in front of me, Bad Boy, I know alllll about your terrible timed wang.
[The man lets out a few snickers and considers the younger redhead with a stern look, unfazed by the glare Badou shoots him as he tries, and fails, to tug the curtain around himself] You can't ignore me forever, Badou. We need to talk. About this. That shower cap looks retarded an frankly the whole girl hair down to your ass thang needs some work, butt pirate.
[Badou growls, snags a towel for that pale as an igloo ass, heaves himself up and over to sink where his clothes lay waiting, and snaps] FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU ASSHOLE, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT GAVE ME THAT SHITTY HAIR CUT BACK THEN! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO RECOVER FROM THAT? I WAS A DAMN POSTER CHILD FOR ASSFLAPS ANON YOU DONGLEGOBLIN!
[With that he pivots like a true queen and heads out the door without a second thought towards y'know the tiny towel around him or the ghost rolling his eyes]
What a pain in the ass. S'not like I wanted to haunt you, y'know. Shit head should be grovelin' for this chance...my little boy's all grown up now....damn.
[He sighs again, almost sadly, and quietly follows after Badou, leaving puffs of smoke, or perhaps his own essence, or both upon his exit.
By all means, bother the sulking redhead stalking down the hall in a bath towel, and be ready for possible chime ins via his ghost-y pain in the ass and I'm so sorry in advanced]
So scrub a dub dub one ginger in the shower, hidden thankfully by the curtain and the fog of steam engulfing the room, seems normal, right, same ol same ol?
Except for the way the curtain of fog is slowly starting to dissolve into the perfect form of a path, heading straight for Badou's unsuspecting and obnoxious form. All is well within the confines of the shower, Badou's even swaying a little with his own terrible music making, occasionally adjusting the bright and gaudy purple shower cap wrapped around his hair and generally being a pain in the ass.
There's a strange scent in the air...a familiar waft of cigarette smoke, the shitty cheap brand.
Then shit gets real.
A freezing draft ruffles the curtains aside just enough for Badou to feel it and he has just enough time to turn around before something looms and casts a shadow across the curtain, ever so slowly the curtain parts and Badou's body is ready
with a shriek that pierces the heavens
Unsurprisingly, our hero slips and falls out of the shower with the grace of a swan.
Hovering before him, casual as can be, stands a tall, handsome and clearly dead redhead with a remarkable resemblance to our currently screaming and flailing ginger, who has by now definitely dropped the soap.]
AAAAAHAHAHHAHAAH YOU SHOULDA SEEN YOUR DAMN FAAAAAACE! I bet you pissed! You did, didn't you? No need to be shy in front of me, Bad Boy, I know alllll about your terrible timed wang.
[The man lets out a few snickers and considers the younger redhead with a stern look, unfazed by the glare Badou shoots him as he tries, and fails, to tug the curtain around himself] You can't ignore me forever, Badou. We need to talk. About this. That shower cap looks retarded an frankly the whole girl hair down to your ass thang needs some work, butt pirate.
[Badou growls, snags a towel for that pale as an igloo ass, heaves himself up and over to sink where his clothes lay waiting, and snaps] FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU ASSHOLE, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT GAVE ME THAT SHITTY HAIR CUT BACK THEN! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO RECOVER FROM THAT? I WAS A DAMN POSTER CHILD FOR ASSFLAPS ANON YOU DONGLEGOBLIN!
[With that he pivots like a true queen and heads out the door without a second thought towards y'know the tiny towel around him or the ghost rolling his eyes]
What a pain in the ass. S'not like I wanted to haunt you, y'know. Shit head should be grovelin' for this chance...my little boy's all grown up now....damn.
[He sighs again, almost sadly, and quietly follows after Badou, leaving puffs of smoke, or perhaps his own essence, or both upon his exit.
By all means, bother the sulking redhead stalking down the hall in a bath towel, and be ready for possible chime ins via his ghost-y pain in the ass and I'm so sorry in advanced]
