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[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. ]

[throughbamboo]

Heh.

[shifts a little closer so he can put an arm around him]

[doggonemad]

[ oh. that's nice. tail wag. ]

[throughbamboo]

[grins a little when he notices]

I know ya hate it, but the tail's cute.

[doggonemad]

. . . yeah, I took it out 'cause I figured ya'd like it.

[throughbamboo]

I like it if it means yer comfy. Can't feel good havin' it all bunched up.

[doggonemad]

Was a good way ta hide it. Least when shit gets like this, no one else has any damn clue that my blessin' is actin' up.

[throughbamboo]

Besides me, ya mean.

[doggonemad]

Right. Ya see right through me.

[throughbamboo]

Mhm. I'd be a shitty bro if I couldn't.

[doggonemad]

But I don't give a shit if ya know if it's actin' up, so that's fine.

[throughbamboo]

Good. 'Sides, just means I know when ta whisk ya away when it looks like it's gettin' bad.

[doggonemad]

Yep. 'fore I get all pissy an' feral again.