[Good boy. He smiles to himself knowing just how much Badou wants to make a stink but can’t let himself, and he wishes he had this power over half of the people he has to deal with. Boy, would it make his life so much easier.
Of course, Badou’s hair is kind of still spilling out awkwardly. It’s not...the best solution. He’s almost tempted to reach over and stuff it under the lining of the jacket, but. Then James remembers that this is a guy who was literally just buried in trash, so.
Yeah. Fuck that.
Gesturing with his hand for Badou to follow, he stops when he reaches the corner to scan for any obvious people on the lookout for ol' Bads. Nothing immediately stands out, which is as good as they’re going to get in this situation, really, so he turns back toward Badou.]
Put your hands in the jacket pockets and follow my lead.
[If it seems nitpicky, well. Hands in pockets exudes comfort, which isn’t what Badou was really projecting a few minutes ago, regardless of how at home he seemed in the garbage. But with that said, he turns back toward the path they need to take while hooking his thumb against the bottom of the backpack strap circled across his shoulder and tugging it gently out from against his chest. Once the positioning looks convincingly lax, he starts out from where they’ve taken cover, expecting Badou to fall in step beside him.]
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Of course, Badou’s hair is kind of still spilling out awkwardly. It’s not...the best solution. He’s almost tempted to reach over and stuff it under the lining of the jacket, but. Then James remembers that this is a guy who was literally just buried in trash, so.
Yeah. Fuck that.
Gesturing with his hand for Badou to follow, he stops when he reaches the corner to scan for any obvious people on the lookout for ol' Bads. Nothing immediately stands out, which is as good as they’re going to get in this situation, really, so he turns back toward Badou.]
Put your hands in the jacket pockets and follow my lead.
[If it seems nitpicky, well. Hands in pockets exudes comfort, which isn’t what Badou was really projecting a few minutes ago, regardless of how at home he seemed in the garbage. But with that said, he turns back toward the path they need to take while hooking his thumb against the bottom of the backpack strap circled across his shoulder and tugging it gently out from against his chest. Once the positioning looks convincingly lax, he starts out from where they’ve taken cover, expecting Badou to fall in step beside him.]