[ sheep ] inbox

[throughbamboo]

catch-all/overflow

Comments

[throughbamboo]

Sometimes.

Whaddaya have ta do with it?

[doggonemad]

Gotta take it over to the fountain an' then toss it in. C'mon.

[ puts it away and moves to leave the barn. ]

[throughbamboo]

In the fountain? The hell?

[but he's following after. He does pull some cigarettes out, though, and offers the pack to Hannya after pulling one out. There are both real and candy ones]

[doggonemad]

Yanno, like ya toss coins in a fountain. Ain't no biggie.

[ takes an actual cig, thank u. ]

[throughbamboo]

[offering his lighter over, too]

I get that, just thought it'd be more - I dunno.

[doggonemad]

In depth?

[throughbamboo]

In depth, yeah. Seems almost normal.

[doggonemad]

Heh. Just wait 'til ya see this shit.

[throughbamboo]

Sounds ominous.

[he's joking]

[doggonemad]

[ lights up, then passes the lighter back. ]

Maybe it is.

[throughbamboo]

[lighting up as well]

Kinda is.

[doggonemad]

Let's just hope none of my shit memories pop.

[throughbamboo]

. . . hope not. I'll be pissed for ya.

[doggonemad]

Eh, ain't so bad if it's just you seein' 'em. Sucks when there's a buncha people.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah, that don't seem great.

[doggonemad]

Gotta keep my secrets!

[ approaches the fountain, taking a drag of his cigarette. ]

But when it comes to ya, there ain't no secrets.

[throughbamboo]

[he smiles over at him at that]

Yeah?

Goes both ways. Ain't got nothin' to hide from ya.

[doggonemad]

Yeah. There's stuff I ain't wantin' ta talk about, but I don't wanna keep shit from ya either. So if it comes up, it comes up.

[ takes the coin out of his pocket. ]

[throughbamboo]

Not wantin' to talk about stuff ain't 'zactly the same as keepin' a secret anyway.

[doggonemad]

Damn right it ain't.

[throughbamboo]

'N ya know I won't make ya talk.

[doggonemad]

Which is good, 'cause. Shit's shit.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah, I know. I get it.

[he nods to the fountain]

Anythin' else special ya gotta do?

1/2

[doggonemad]

Nope, just gotta do this.

[ winds up, and then tosses it in. ]

And then, we wait.

[doggonemad]

[ The memory that plays seems recent — like within the past year. With that said, Hannya looks . . . not great in it. Thin, run ragged, but still trying to keep up his facade. He's getting to the end of his rope though, even as he sticks his neck out.

Hannya in the present grimaces and looks away from the fountain, only flinching slightly when the gunshot rings out at the end. ]