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[doggonemad]

Hit the nail on the head!

[throughbamboo]

[the frown deepens into a scowl]

Hate it.

[doggonemad]

Seems ta me like I wanted people to think m'crazy.

[throughbamboo]

. . . from what I remember talkin' about with ya in the pasture . . . ehh. Not too surprised.

[doggonemad]

Ain't a bad plan. S'like what I was doin' in Estoria, actin' all mild-mannered an' shit so no one'd see me comin'. Except that was fuckin' boring.

[throughbamboo]

I guess it ain't bad, but . . . what, you wanna do that here? Let folks think yer off yer rocker?

[doggonemad]

Contingency plan. In case people start thinkin' m'crazy. Fuck them, I'll show 'em crazy.

[throughbamboo]

[huffs softly]

Could work. It'll be a real kick in the ass when they figure out the truth.

[doggonemad]

Sorry in advance if people're tellin' ya how nutballs I am.

[throughbamboo]

They can tell me all they want, it ain't like I'm yer keeper.

[doggonemad]

Nah, yer my bro.

[ . . . little tail wag at that. ]

[throughbamboo]

[well that makes the scowl go away real quick]

Damn right I am. N' that's what I'll tell 'em, too.

[doggonemad]

Good. Ya better.

[throughbamboo]

I will. Gettin' tired of tryin' to talk 'round it.

They can think I'm crazy for goin' along with ya for all I care.

[doggonemad]

Friday called ya my "not husband" 'fore I left. Bud just ain't gonna get it.

[throughbamboo]

[huffs out a laugh]

Maybe he'd get it if ya explained it properly, bro.

[doggonemad]

Nope. Hate explainin' shit.

[throughbamboo]

Heh. I think he gets it enough if he's callin' me that.

[doggonemad]

He better. I don't need his friggin' labels.

[throughbamboo]

Not even my intended?

He knows 'm yours. He can use all the dumb labels he wants.

[doggonemad]

I can still roast him fer it.

[throughbamboo]

'Course ya can, I ain't gonna stop ya.

[doggonemad]

Knew ya wouldn't.

[ sets his empty bottle aside. ]

[throughbamboo]

Bet he's doin' it on purpose to rile ya. S'funny.

[finishes off his drink and does the same.

. . . then shifts down to lay down next to him]

[doggonemad]

Bah. Fuck 'im.

[ scoots in a bit closer, hooking his leg around Ore's. ]