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[throughbamboo]

Ain't used to it when it's you, ya know. Or do ya think I hang out with other people who can turn into shit?

But nah, I think you'd be thinkin' it's weird before that, too.

[doggonemad]

I dunno. Ya could.

[throughbamboo]

[snorts softly]

I don't. An' it's all or nothin' with the couple I know of.

[doggonemad]

Lucky them. This half an' half stuff ain't all it's cracked up ta be.

[throughbamboo]

Nah, it seems like a real pain in the ass.

[doggonemad]

Figuratively, at least. It ain't actually painful.

[throughbamboo]

'Least there's that. An' at least ya don't gotta do stupid shit to get it to go away.

[kicks off his boots and shifts further onto the bed to sit. Then once he settles, he reaches over to resume what he was doing before with his free hand]

[doggonemad]

Nope. Just gotta calm the fuck down, one way or 'nother.

[throughbamboo]

[hums a bit, teasing]

Ya mean it ain't just shovin' yer face in my chest?

[doggonemad]

Naw, but I do love doin' that.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah ya do.

Makes sense it calms ya down, though. We're usually just layin' there.

[doggonemad]

Bein' that close ta someone, hearin' 'em breathin'. . . hard not ta calm down with all that.

[throughbamboo]

Puttin' it like that . . . yeah, ya ain't wrong.

[doggonemad]

Even better with it bein' you.

[throughbamboo]

[that gets a smile]

Yeah?

[doggonemad]

'Course. Yer my guy, aintcha?

[throughbamboo]

Hell yeah I'm yer guy. I'm yer bro.

[doggonemad]

So why the fuck wouldn't it be better with ya?

[throughbamboo]

[a puff of laughter]

Dunno, ya caught me off-guard just sayin' it.

[doggonemad]

I can be a sappy piece of shit when I feel like it.

[throughbamboo]

Heh. S'nice when ya let it out.

[doggonemad]

Too bad I ain't that kinda guy.

[throughbamboo]

What, a big ol' sap?

[doggonemad]

M'a big heartless, cruel bastard man.

[throughbamboo]

Yer a bastard man, I'll give ya that.