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[throughbamboo]

Ya tryin' ta give me a heart attack? Shit . . .

[failsaver]

I have full faith in the strength of your big heart!

[throughbamboo]

[he snorts]

Lucky fer you I'm real healthy.

[failsaver]

What kind of Clover would I be if I wasn't lucky?

[throughbamboo]

Guess that's a fair point.

[failsaver]

So, uh...

[ shuffles, looking away briefly. ]

Talk to me about your problems, old man.

[ :) ]

[throughbamboo]

[he raises an eyebrow]

What problems d'ya mean?

[failsaver]

Didn't you want to talk?

[throughbamboo]

[his eyebrows furrow for a moment, before he makes a soft ah sound]

Mostly wanted ta check in on ya after that trip to the city. I heard ya talkin' to those wolves.

[failsaver]

Ah. What about it?

[throughbamboo]

[he shrugs a shoulder]

Heard ya talkin' to the lil' jackalope after we got back, too.

[failsaver]

[ shrugs back ]

I would have done it, you know. And not regretted a thing.

[throughbamboo]

N' why's that?

[failsaver]

They called security on me. On us. If Dad hadn't intervened, things could have gotten ugly!

[throughbamboo]

Hrm, s'true, coulda gotten ugly.

Why wouldn't ya regret it?

[failsaver]

I—

[ ugh. ]

I'd never regret protecting my own ass.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm.

Oughta be careful sayin' stuff like that.

[failsaver]

... Yeah?

[throughbamboo]

You tellin' me you really wouldn't regret doin' that to those wolves?

[failsaver]

[ sourly, ]

I wouldn't.

[throughbamboo]

Hrm. Y'ever do that ta someone before?

[failsaver]

[ attempts to stay pokerfaced, but definitely winces a bit ]

Plenty of times. It's not hard.

[throughbamboo]

Ain't it?

[failsaver]

...

Why do you care so much?

[throughbamboo]

[he shrugs a shoulder]

Just don't seem like the type ta do that shit.