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(( hrng this pairing, I’m fine with anything c: and I’m on mobile, so I kinda had to repost. ))

There was a yelp from the redhead when his hair was pulled. “W-What was that?!” he yelled, looking away. “Youre a real ass you know that?”

((My phone hates the reblog button too…I just always save as draft until I can sneak onto a computer. Haha))

Heine snorted and grinned crookedly. “And this is news to you? C’mon, how long have we been working together?”

Without thinking, he straightened out his partner’s hair, making sure it laid flat from where he’d tugged it. “Admit it; if I were any nicer to you, you’d stroke out and die. Then what good would you be to me?”

(( THERE IT IS. It lives again. Maybe i like deleted it instead of reposting. Cause I remember replying to this. )) 

The redhead pouted and growled a little bit. It was true though. He never say Heine typically nice to anyone except for these times. Well…Nill maybe. But that was about all he could think of. Then feeling his hair being tugged, he pulled back slightly. 

“The hell you playin’ with my hair for?” he asked, a bit flustered about how the white haired male looked while he was doing it. He didn’t like other people touching his hair… It made him feel like…like a woman if that made any sense. Sure he kept it clean and stuff, but that doesn’t mean he was a girl. 

     ”You don’t see me going around and playin’ with your hair!” Badou huffed and just tried to relax. This was nothing to be yelling over right now. Exhaling, he shrugged it off as his partner continued to touch his hair. Maybe he would need another cigarette soon, even though he just finished the one he started.  

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(( hey. Hey youuuu. ))

((Hello~. How’re you~?))

(( fine~ I’m trying to find our rp…. I dont know if it got lost or…my iPod is just being a douche. ))

(( hey. Hey youuuu. ))

(( hrng this pairing, I’m fine with anything c: and I’m on mobile, so I kinda had to repost. ))

There was a yelp from the redhead when his hair was pulled. “W-What was that?!” he yelled, looking away. “Youre a real ass you know that?”

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Heine snorted and nudged Badou with his foot again. Such an idiot. And such a freak. It was why he hung around. It was why he stayed for as long as he did and why he’d kept the man as his partner.

He picked up the cigarette from the floor, taking an experimental drag and coughing. Gross. “Then let’s figure something out. Try thinking with me for once, hey?”

Sighing, the redhead sighed. He hated thinking, but maybe they /could/ think of something that was better than laying on the floor like this. He would need another one of his beloved nicotine sticks again soon though.

“Sure.” he responded, sitting up against one of the walls, staring at the albino with a small tilt of his head.

(ooc: I apologize for my week long absence. I have been powering through end of term homework. I should be back now and be on more regularly. I’m sorry again for my unannounced disappearance)

“That’s not helpful.” Heine snorted and cocked his head right back in return. “Though…I guess I’m not helping either…”

He chuckled dryly and shook his head, moving to sit next to Badou and stretching his legs out in front of himself. “The hell can we do with each other when we’re not shooting people?”

(( ooc: You’re fine. I’ve been dealing with all personal shit. So I wasnt really here. I’m sorry for the late response. I’ve had too much therapy and homework and junk like that. but I’m glad to see you’re not dead c: )) 

Badou could think of just one other thing the two of them could do. Alone. Naked.  (( -shot- I liked this pairing way too much hgnn. -writing this while writing a similar fanfic- ffff— But we can go all smutty if you want. ))

The redhead shrugged and pouted again, just looking up. “Why the hell ask me again!?” he said, looking all annoyed now. What were they supposed to do? I mean, it would be awkward if they were just casually walking around with each other, with nothing to do. It would even /feel/ awkward.