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[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.

[doggonemad]

That'd help. I kinda don't wanna leave 'em alone fer a bit, yanno?

[throughbamboo]

[he squeezes his hand]

I know. Bet they want ya around, too.

You just gimme a list after ya go through the fridge'n I'll handle it.

[doggonemad]

Thanks, bro.

[ squeezes back.

if nothing else, he seems okay with this. ]

[throughbamboo]

Mhm. Just tryin' to help.

[he's glad for that because this is his hand until they leave the room]

[doggonemad]

Yer doin' great.

[throughbamboo]

[a soft snort]

Ain't done much.

[doggonemad]

Helped havin' ya here with me. Would still be screamin' into that pillow otherwise.