The opening line was delivered in a flat monotone, Haine standing a few feet away from the couch his institutionalized friend was slouching in with a bored look on his face. His eyes grazed over the gray shirt and pants, the bright yellow smiley face, the frazzled look of his dear old buddy.
He had to hold back a laugh. It was all so humiliating, wasn't it.
Haine sat down then, across from Badou, wearing all black - leather, naturally - and slumped just as much as his friend.
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The opening line was delivered in a flat monotone, Haine standing a few feet away from the couch his institutionalized friend was slouching in with a bored look on his face. His eyes grazed over the gray shirt and pants, the bright yellow smiley face, the frazzled look of his dear old buddy.
He had to hold back a laugh. It was all so humiliating, wasn't it.
Haine sat down then, across from Badou, wearing all black - leather, naturally - and slumped just as much as his friend.
"Do they not let you smoke or some shit?"