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[throughbamboo]

[ah . . . his expression softens a little]

'M a borin' old man, I know.

All right if I touch ya?

[doggonemad]

[ his eye shifts towards his hands, like he's ready and waiting for his movements. ]

Yeah, go fer it.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods faintly, lifting his hand to lightly brush some of his hair back before resting on top of his head. A little awkward and stilted, like it's something he hasn't done in a long time.

He's careful to avoid the eyepatch strap, too]

[doggonemad]

[ really the only thing different is the eyepatch strap. otherwise, it's like they're back in the 80s.

Hannya tenses briefly, before it slowly starts to seep out of him as Nue brushes his hair back. ]

[throughbamboo]

[it really, really is. His hand does pause until he feels Hannya relax, then it keeps it moving, just slowly petting his hair]

[doggonemad]

[ relaxes enough to focus on talking about things, just trying to keep it super casual. ]

Ceo blew the mansion to fuckin' smithereens.

[ super casual. ]

[throughbamboo]

[totally 100% casual]

'Course he fuckin' did. Guessin' no one got hurt, at least.

[doggonemad]

Nahhh. We booked it. I grabbed Lyra-chan.

[throughbamboo]

Good. Not surprised the fucker had ta get one last thing in with ya'll.

[doggonemad]

He tried surroundin' the place with wolves an' none of us were impressed. Think at this point, he just don't want ta deal with us.

Which, yanno. Fair.

[throughbamboo]

S' a smart move, it ain't like ya wanted ta keep dealin' with him either, right?

[doggonemad]

Right. If he's off our ass, it means we could take ya next time we go somewhere out there.

[throughbamboo]

[he hums a little bit, nodding and petting his hair again]

That'd be nice. Not that I wanna put ya'll in danger, but sittin' back doin' nothin' sucks.

[doggonemad]

[ gives him a small smile at that. ]

Another Weed'd help, too. 'Course, the final call's all up ta Zenith-han, since he's the shepherd.

[throughbamboo]

'Course. Ya tell him what I told ya?

[doggonemad]

Unfortunately.

[ huffs! ]

He wants ta talk to ya. Vet ya fer himself. But hearin' that makes him inclined ta trust ya, 'cause of course it does.

[throughbamboo]

Long as he don't abuse it, I don't got no reason ta keep it from him - 'specially if it means I can help ya out.

[doggonemad]

[ ughhhh. ]

I don't trust any of 'em with it.

[throughbamboo]

Ain't sayin' I trust 'em with it, either.

But I'll do what I gotta.

[doggonemad]

. . .

He . . . prob'ly won't abuse it.

[throughbamboo]

[. . . he brushes his hair back again]

Hope not.

[doggonemad]

[ closes his eye. ]

IF he does, I'll kill him.

[throughbamboo]

[he makes a soft noise]

Don't worry too much 'bout it, bro.

[doggonemad]

Burn the whole goddamn world for ya if I gotta, bro.

[throughbamboo]

I know ya would. I'd do it for ya, too.