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[doggonemad]

Yeah, ya put up with my scrawny ass back in the day.

[throughbamboo]

I put up with your scrawny ass now, too.

[doggonemad]

Ain't that scrawny these days.

[ he had a year to recover it's fine. ]

[throughbamboo]

[and probably still looks better than yakuza 4/5]

Heh, nah, yer not. Ain't scrawny at all, really.

[doggonemad]

I was gonna say, goddamn.

[throughbamboo]

Only call ya scrawny to bust yer balls, you know that.

[doggonemad]

I mean . . . it ain't wrong. I was scrawny back then. Scrawny fer awhile, too.

[throughbamboo]

'N still the strongest guy I knew. Know.

[doggonemad]

'Course I am.

[throughbamboo]

Ain't met no one else who comes close.

[doggonemad]

[ he smiles a little at that, dipping his head. ]

Like ya ever would.

[throughbamboo]

[what an ironic conversation given what what was going on back home for him.

His expression softens]

I wouldn't, 'cuz it's impossible.

[doggonemad]

[ who knows why Hannya even said any of that back in 2010, and then later in 2012. he was going through a lot. shit's wild.

he's still going through a lot, but maybe not quite so much. ]

Damn right it is!

[throughbamboo]

'Course. S'like I said, no one's as strong as my bro.

[doggonemad]

Good ta know I still got it years from now.

[throughbamboo]

[he dips his head a bit]

Ya do.

[doggonemad]

. . .

Tojo got me again, didn't they.

[throughbamboo]

[. . . he sighs, pushing himself up to sit straighter]

Got ya good, lieutenant advisor.

[doggonemad]

Ahhh, fuck. Had a feelin'.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah . . . been holdin' off on tellin' ya.

[doggonemad]

'Cause ya thought I'd get upset?

[ he seems very . . . whatever about the whole reveal. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he shrugs a shoulder]

'Cause I knew ya wouldn't be happy.

That's just me takin' a guess, though.

[doggonemad]

[ sinks back in, eye drifting up at the sky. ]

Ain't happy, that's fer damn sure. But it felt like the writin' was on the wall. Tojo woulda crumbled against the Omi if Hannya Construction hadn't stepped in. Things are all a mess now organizational-wise, too. An' I gotta think about my boys. It ain't just about me.

[ a shrug. ]

I was out, but was I ever really out? Who even knows.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods a bit, running a hand over his head with a sigh]

No one really gets out. 'Least, that's how it seems.

[not unless they're dead but he isn't saying that]

[doggonemad]

Shit like this is all I'm good for.

[ said very matter-of-factly. ]

Fuck. Whatever.