[straightening with a little "whew", he glances over to toriel. a hand comes to rest on his hip.]

Well, who's to say they ain't skippin' school or work to do it?

[as a delinquent, there are some things he understands about this situation. it may be a very elaborate cry for attention, or someone thought to rebel against a way of life their group didn't quite agree with. with those two motives in mind, badd can't help comparing them to himself (despite the fact that he'd never do such a thoughtless thing; children treasure their toys).]

In any case, I wanna be here for when they come back. I'm gonna make 'em use their own damn spit to seal all these cracks.

[someone's irritated...]