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[throughbamboo]

'Course it'll take time, y'gotta chop everythin' up.

Ya want some help?

[doggonemad]

'Course I do. An' after the kids are all fed, ya wanna come with me to Bluebell with a bottle o' Jack?

[throughbamboo]

Jack? Shit, like I'd say no.

[he nods] I'll go with ya. Checkin' in on 'em?

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Wanna check on Minuet-chan an' Harmony-chan. Fantasia should be helpin' Zenith-han out there as well, so I wanna see how that's goin'.

[throughbamboo]

Better introduce me to the dumbass properly . . . though I wanna see how Zenith's doin', too. Harmony's the lady you were helpin' out?

[doggonemad]

Yer gonna meet him one way or 'nother. We may not be able ta see Zenith-han right now since he's all— well, yanno.

[ waggles hand. ]

Yeah, that was Harmony-chan. She seems ta always get the short end of the stick after rituals, so I help her out.

[throughbamboo]

[he copies the gesture]

So long as he's bein' taken care of.

'Snice of ya, though. Bet she appreciates ya lookin' out for her.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, I mean, shit. I felt bad for her. She got here an' immediately started gettin' fucked up. Sucks.

[throughbamboo]

Fuck. In a ritual like this one was, or just - bad luck with the other kinds?

[doggonemad]

The latter. There was a boat one, 'pparently, an' she got infected with this blue shit. I had ta tweeze it outta her after knockin' her out.

[throughbamboo]

Fuckin' hell . . . these rituals are real fucked up, bro.

[doggonemad]

Yeah. So if that shit ever happens to me, I want ya to be the one to toss me in the fountain.

Sorry.

[throughbamboo]

[just.


You can tell that is not something he considered very deeply until now]

Bro—. . .

[he shuts his eyes, taking a breath, fists clenching. Then two breaths]

. . . tell yer flock to call me if I ain't there. I got that shadow power, I can be there in seconds.

No one else will touch ya.

[doggonemad]

[ nods slowly, looking aside. ]

I know the one yer talkin' about.

[ a beat.

then, reaches over to put a hand over one of his fists. ]

[throughbamboo]

[it's clenched so tight that it's shaking a little]

. . . if it's me, ya do what ya have to.

Rather it be you. But if ya can't, don't ya fuckin' dare force yourself. Got it?

[doggonemad]

[ squeezes. ]

Like I'm lettin' anyone else do it.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods slowly, forcibly trying to relax his fists.

He turns his hand over to catch Hannya's, squeezing tightly]

[doggonemad]

. . . enough of that shit.

[ squeezes. ]

[throughbamboo]

. . . y'were talkin' 'bout makin' soup for the kids.

[doggonemad]

Yup. You ever done anythin' like that?

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, kinda. I've made deer stew. Used ta help Yasuko with cuttin' stuff up, too.

[doggonemad]

We can prob'ly make somethin' that's easy on the stomach.

[ grabs the cookbook again with his free hand and starts flipping through. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he leans over a little bit to squint down at the book as he looks through it]

What kinda soup were ya thinkin'?

[doggonemad]

Dunno. I figured we'd look in the fridge an' see what we got.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm . . . I can always go out an' get anythin' if ya need it.