[He's familiar with these tunnels. Too familiar, even, that he almost has a good time of not focusing on the blind panic that wafts in the air along with the usual stench of dirt and probably bodies by now, of fear and loss.
(he tries not to choke on it, tries not to follow the path that's all too familiar to him, to where the Deep swallowed up his past)
Also luckily, he isn't alone. Instead of being stuck with the groups of tourists fleeing in here, Badou's got a friend in eyepatches.]
I don't care how many lugnuts are on the wall, if you sing that one one more goddamn time while I'm almost dying--
closed to lavi (i listened to katy's ET does that make this better)
(he tries not to choke on it, tries not to follow the path that's all too familiar to him, to where the Deep swallowed up his past)
Also luckily, he isn't alone. Instead of being stuck with the groups of tourists fleeing in here, Badou's got a friend in eyepatches.]
I don't care how many lugnuts are on the wall, if you sing that one one more goddamn time while I'm almost dying--