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[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.

[doggonemad]

Fuck. All I wanna do right now is close that fuckin' distance, but my stupid idiot shitty-ass brain keeps screamin' at me. Fuckin' sucks.

[throughbamboo]

[god. He pauses to squeezes his hand, then continues]

Yeah, fuckin' sucks a lot.

Wish I knew how ta make it quiet down for ya, bro.