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[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. ]

[throughbamboo]

[the novelty of a fountain playing a memory is there for all of a second, until he sees the state Hannya's in. The gunshot doesn't make him flinch, but he does wince a bit when he falls in the water.

There's a lot to unpack here, but first and foremost]

—did he leave ya there?

[doggonemad]

When I came to, Nishida'd dragged me ta Doc Emoto's.

[ so. yes. as far as he knows, yes, and he left Nishida to fish him out of the water and get him patched up.

and he drove a truck into Shangri-La in retaliation. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he doesn't say anything, but he is scowling at that.

He takes a half-step to the side and turns, looking Hannya over. Very obviously doing a comparison in his head]

[doggonemad]

[ l . . . ooks away, because he knows damn well that was in the thick of the whole ten billion yen fiasco with Shimano yanking hard on his leash. he's had a year to recover and a year to not be subjected to his boss's whims. ]

[throughbamboo]

[it's a very, very good thing that Shimano was long dead by the time he got out of jail. Would he have killed him? Probably not. Would he have made him wish he were dead? 100 fucking percent.

Just. Quietly, after a moment]

Fuckin' hell, bro.

[doggonemad]

Like we ain't ever been shot before in our line of work. I healed up nicely, s'all good now.

[throughbamboo]

Sure, been shot plenty'a times myself. It happens.

But that ain't what I'm cursin' 'bout an' you know it.