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[throughbamboo]

[on the plus side, all Nue has to remove is his coat, and he'll wash it off after Hannya cleans himself up and leave it outside to dry. But he follows Hannya in and waits there near the door, arms folded and just watching him]

[doggonemad]

[ picks up a pillow.

screams into it.

lowers pillow. ]

[throughbamboo]

[ain't that a mood tho.

He says nothing, though, just. Processing. And keeping an eye on Hannya]

[doggonemad]

That big ol' demon, Jazz? He's banned from here fer the forseeable future.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm. I'll make sure he stays away.

[doggonemad]

Thanks, bro.

[ goes back to his closet, taking out a hoodie and tugging it on. ]

[throughbamboo]

He still got shit goin' on with Zenith?

[doggonemad]

Not anymore, thank christ.

[ zipping the hoodie up. ]

Zenith-han seems ta think that he needed his power ta take on this wolf fuck we got beef with, but I don't think that's the case. I'm bettin' we can fuck him up in other ways.

[throughbamboo]

Good. More'n one way to fuck up someone, 'n better to do it with yer own strength.

[doggonemad]

Apparently, this guy's real fast. There're ways ta trip up fast motherfuckers.

[ he knows, being one.

he steps over to his bed and sits on the edge, rubbing at his face. ]

[throughbamboo]

'S a whole bunch'a ways to slow a bastard like that down.

[. . .

He pushes off the wall to come sit on the bed, too. He makes sure to keep his distance]

[doggonemad]

Bet ya'd know.

[ glances over.

. . .

sighs and closes the distance himself. ]

[throughbamboo]

Mhm. 'M slow, gotta control the pace ta suit me.

[oh. Well, that's better.

He tilts his head to look at him]

[doggonemad]

[ Nue's on his left side, so he can't really see that. but he probably feels it. ]

So we gotta control the pace with that fucko.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah. Play more defense, learn how he moves, shit like that. 'Show I fight all you quick lil' shits.

[. . . he reaches over to catch his sleeve, giving it a little tug before letting go]

Y'all right?

[doggonemad]

[ turns his head a little to look over at him. ]

Can't even be mad at anyone, 'cept for fuckin' Jazz.

[throughbamboo]

He did that to Cygnus?

[doggonemad]

Mmhmm. 'pparently, they didn't hafta go so hard when it happened.

[throughbamboo]

Fuckin' bullshit.

[christ. He's mad, but he'll wait until he can go take it out on something later]

[doggonemad]

So many people died, too. Like it was fuckin' nothin'.

[ quietly considers for a moment.

then slides his hand over, reaching for Nue's.

he's not wearing gloves. ]

[throughbamboo]

It always get that bad?

[ah . . . he takes his hand, fingers curling around it and squeezing]

[doggonemad]

Not always. Not that bad, not with all the death an' shit.

[ curls his fingers, keeping his expression neutral. ]

[throughbamboo]

Mmm. Knew ya said it could get bad, but this ain't what I expected.

[it's a warm, firm grip. After a moment, his thumb rubs along the outside of his hand]

[doggonemad]

Surprise~.

[ he relaxes somewhat at the touch. ]

. . . I need ta get over my own shit.

[throughbamboo]

Shitty surprise.

[he keeps doing it, slow and steady]

. . . gotta work through it, not get over it.