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[redstray]

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[redstray]

[ When Bandou wakes up, he's in a vacant small room in a warehouse, still bound but with greater intensity. Propped up against a very heavy crate he was also attached to along with the wall. Across from him was the only door and Eric sitting there patiently. His dagger out in his hands and his eyes on the ground. His face was slightly swollen and patches of blood there as well as his sleeve. ]

[chickshades]

[ When Bandou first opens his eyes, everything is a big blur. He tries lifting his head, but the room suddenly feels like it's spinning. He lets his head fall back against the crate, groaning. If he'd never joined HOMRA and gotten his insignia, he's certainly be sick to his stomach right now. ]

[redstray]

[ Ah, so loudmouth finally wakes up. Keep him in the room until further instructions. His owner told him that, he has to do so. He shifts a bit so he's in a better guard position and stares blankly at him. ]

[chickshades]

Where the hell am I now?

[ He's mainly asking himself out loud. The room had been spinning too fast for him to notice Eric seated there. ]

[redstray]

Warehouse. Headquarters.

[ He says it loud enough for Bandou to hear. ]

[chickshades]

[ At the response, Bandou lifts his head once more, blinking and trying to steady himself. He finally focuses on Eric. ]

You again?

[redstray]

[ That manages to get a small smirk out of Eric as much as smiling hurts his bruise. ]

Who else would it be?

[chickshades]

Shut up.

[ At least he's not yelling. He looks around attempting to figure out where he's being held, but the warehouse holds no distinguishing features. ]

Tsk Can't you tell me anything? It's not like I can do anything about it.

[redstray]

[ Eric scoffs a bit ]

Not going to disobey my owner again just so you can stop worrying.

[chickshades]

So, what? You're just going to sit there and stare at me?

[ He finally starts to fidget a bit, but these bonds are even tighter than the ones he was in before. ]

You probably don't even know what's going on.

[redstray]

[ You've obviously never met someone who has done nothing but be quiet, sitting and staring at a wall for hours. ]

I do, you probably don't want to.

[chickshades]

[ What's "quiet" mean? ]

Then why the hell would I be asking??!

[redstray]

[ Something Bandou should learn ]

Just shut up and you won't have to ask such stupid questions

[chickshades]

[ Never! ]

It's not a stupid question!

[redstray]

And I can't tell you.

[chickshades]

[ Bandou shuts up for the most part, just making a variety of aggravated noises.

It's a few minutes before he finally speaks up again. ]

Whoever this boss is of yours, why are you doing his dirty work anyway?

[redstray]

[ He stares at Bandou thankful for the peace and quiet.

When he hears the question he gives a loose shrug ]

A dog listens to his owner

[chickshades]

[ It's one thing to want to follow orders cause you have respect for your boss' ideals and pursuits, but that phrasing tells Bandou that's not what's going on here. ]

And what, you're completely okay with that?

[redstray]

[ He tilts his head]

Why wouldn't I be?

[chickshades]

You called yourself a dog. Unless that's a nickname for your clan's members, your so-called owner sounds like a real asshole.

[redstray]

[ He is. But he's not, his owner is his owner, there was nowhere else he could go. His owner was all he had. If he was a jerk or not was depending on if Eric was good or not, and he tried his best to be a good dog. ]

It's none of your business loudmouth.

[chickshades]

[ Okay, this time it's not actually any of his business, but he's still gonna grit his teeth angrily. ]

Shut up! Look, you don't seem fucking happy. I mean, what the hell are you getting out of this anyway?

[redstray]

[ Eric flinches a bit, loud noises he does not like, even if it is coming from an enemy. There's another loose shrug, he's trying to not care. This was his life. ]

Food, place to sleep.

[ Not dying? ]

[chickshades]

That's it? And what's gonna happen now that you got the wrong guy?

[ The visible bruises are enough to answer that question, but still. ]

[redstray]

[ Eric glares before picking up one of his arms and unrolling the terribly long and baggy sweater to reveal old scars and burns and showing new red smallish holes on the top of his arm. Cigarette burns. ]

Already paid my punishment. If things go well there won't be anymore. So shut up and be quiet or I'll do the same to you.

[ He puts the sleeve back down, he didn't like looking at them. It reminded him he was a bad dog. He just wanted the guy to shut up. ]