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[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?

[holesomelanguage]

Can I get that in writin'?

I mean, ya said this one can be shared, right? Anyone I wouldn't mind takin' a look, it'd be you.

[ Offering the vial. ]

[throughbamboo]

I'll text it to ya.

[but he smiles a bit and takes the vial]

I'll show ya one of mine later. Y'might get a kick out if it.

[aaaand drinks]

[holesomelanguage]

Hah, now that's a win if I ever heard one! Two, even.

[ He'll sit back and study the other, definitely casually, as he drinks. ]

[ It's just as Graey describes, he and a gang he runs in, including a couple of his siblings around his age, make plans to raid a gang that's been terrorizing their local town and hurt a lot of people, including permanently injuring one of their siblings. Graey, called by an unfamiliar name, wants to go in guns blazing but the leader of the group reminds them all that they only kill bad guys and not everyone in that gang is an evildoer. ]

[ The raid is carried out, quick and clean under the guidance of their leader, even though Graey almost gets the whole group in trouble once, and Graey and his siblings personally get their revenge on those they know hurt their family with no mercy. ]

[ The last scene is of Graey embracing one of his brothers, who reassures him he did well for his first raid. ]

[throughbamboo]

[there's a few parts where his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but there's definitely a nod or two of approval, like he agrees with something he's seeing.

He blinks a few times after it finishes and hands the vial back]

Damn, y'really are part of a cowboy gang.

[holesomelanguage]

Told ya so. Jus' like somethin' outta a movie.

[throughbamboo]

It really is. Kinda cool, though.

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah... ain't none o' his family were related by blood, know that much from the other vision, but their bonds were jus' as strong.

[throughbamboo]

Heh. Don't gotta be blood-related to have strong bonds. Got family like that in my visions, too.