[ not-heine is stalking him now, and badou almost misses the frenzy of the pounce just seconds ago. this slow, predator-playing-with-his-food thing ain't it, sending chills down badou's spine that he'd find ironic (el-oh-el, spine) if he weren't so busy scrambling around and fearing for his life.

as you do. ]

Aw man you don't wanna play with me — I'm no fun! Real boring, card-playin' kinda guy, yanno!

[ he tries to keep the long metal table in between them at all times, but he knows it'd be an easy feat for the other man to just vault right over it so he knows he's working on borrowed time here. his eye darts to the door, but it's as locked as it was at the start of all this.

running out of time, running out of ideas. ]

... Let's talk this out?