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[throughbamboo]

Well yeah, I'd be right behind ya if shit like that.

[doggonemad]

Right? Shit's stressful.

[throughbamboo]

No kiddin'. [despite the joking tone, he's also serious] Better not catch ya runnin' down there without me.

Anythin' else? Or just rehashin' shit we already knew.

[doggonemad]

Uhhh, I didn't listen too much beyond that. Just recorded it an' figured I'd go through it bit by bit later on.

[ his gloves are on, yes. ]

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, makes sense. Easier to digest it all that way, an' I can go through it with ya.

[yeah, that's not a surprise. Keeps rubbing his back, hand sliding a little lower]

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Do it in chunks an' shit.

[ slowly relaxing a bit. ]

[throughbamboo]

Over drinks. Think we'll need 'em for all this bull.

Yer blessin' actin' up?

[doggonemad]

'Course it is.

[throughbamboo]

Just the hands, or - ?

[doggonemad]

There's a reason I flopped face first, bro.

[throughbamboo]

Thought ya were just gettin' comfy.

[gives him a little nudge] Lemme see.

[doggonemad]

That too. Shit, wine an' dine me first 'fore ya try to get into my pants.

[throughbamboo]

If I wanted in yer pants, I wouldn't do it with winin' an' dinin'.

[doggonemad]

What the fuck! I deserve that much at least.

[throughbamboo]

Oi, if I'm winin' an' dinin' ya, it's 'cuz I wanna spoil ya, dumbass.

[doggonemad]

Whatever. Gotta wine an' dine me ta see my tail.

[throughbamboo]

[snorts softly]

I'd think that's the last thing ya want me doin' when ya got a tail all bunched up in yer pants, bro.

[doggonemad]

S'fine. Ain't comfy, but whatever.

[throughbamboo]

[slides his hand back up again, humming]

Mhm. Whatever, ain't like I haven't seen it. Be uncomfy, then.

[doggonemad]

Ain't gonna be much comfier, all hiked up over my pants.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, s'true. [jokingly] I'd say just take 'em off, but that ain't gentlemanly.

[doggonemad]

Ain't even winin' me fer that, shit.

[throughbamboo]

[huffs out a little laugh]

I could go grab us drinks.

But ya know how I mean it.

[doggonemad]

Drink'd relax me, at least. Fuck, this ship's gonna give me a friggin' ulcer.

[throughbamboo]

Either that or you'll turn into a full wolf one day.

[pats his back, then pushes to his feet] I'll get us some.