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[throughbamboo]

[dips his head a bit]

Dunno 'bout that, but I'll tell ya why later. After ya take a few of these.

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah... they ain't gonna show themselves ta me, huh.

[ Reaching into the sack, taking out the sparkly vial. ]

[throughbamboo]

'Fraid not.

Don't worry too much 'bout 'em, ya don't gotta do 'em all at once, y'know?

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah, I know. Slow an' steady an' all that.

[throughbamboo]

'Zactly. N' ain't no one racin' for this stuff.

[holesomelanguage]

[ Waggles the vial. ]

Ain't no one else wanna see what a cool cowboy I am in another time?

[throughbamboo]

Well that part, maybe. I'd wanna see ya as a cool cowboy.

[holesomelanguage]

Some o' these, ya can look at together, right? Or somethin' like that? Lith saw one o' mine, an' I've seen one o' Cobalt's once.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah, a lot of 'em ya can. I've shared a couple'a mine with Gray - one or two with other folks, too.

[holesomelanguage]

Do ya know how ta tell which ones ya can?

[throughbamboo]

Yeah - s'the plushies, the ring, an' the snowglobe.

[nods to vial] Maybe even that, 'cuz ya won't be drinkin' all of it.

[holesomelanguage]

Well damn, that's good ta know. Make myself a note o' that.

[throughbamboo]

Wish I could tell ya what to expect, but they're all over.

[holesomelanguage]

Jus' like everythin' 'round here, I reckon.

[ But okay, enough stalling. Popping open the vial, giving it a sniff before taking a swig- ]

[ And he goes still for a moment before coughing on it. ]

[throughbamboo]

- oi, easy.

[reaches over to pat him on the back, eyebrows furrowing]

[holesomelanguage]

[ Coughing a few more times to clear his throat before waving a hand. ]

'M good- shit, I was jokin' 'bout the cowboy stuff, but I reckon that other me weren't.

[throughbamboo]

—what, for real?

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah, it was a shoot out. Rival gang been makin' too many moves on my gang's territory, so we did a raid.



... That's a fuckin' wild thing ta say, but that's what I saw.

[throughbamboo]

[...............]

Ain't that wild. 'Specially if yer a cowboy, right?

[holesomelanguage]

Wild ta say when I'm a stylist. Worked the ranch an' all, but that wasn't turf wars an' shoot outs.

[throughbamboo]

S'what I mean, wild for you. Ain't so wild for an actual cowboy.

Was vision you the head of the gang?

[holesomelanguage]

Huh, that's true...

Nah, ain't got the brains fer that kinda thing either. Hell of a spitfire though, had ta be reeled in plenty o' times 'fore tryin' some hare-brained idea.

[throughbamboo]

I dunno, y'got more brains than ya think that head o' yours. Kinda amusin' imaginin' ya doin' stuff like that, though.

[holesomelanguage]

Aw, now I'm touched ya think so kindly o' me.

... Ya wanna take a looksie?

[throughbamboo]

I always think highly of ya when I ain't given ya shit.

Can I?