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[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.

[throughbamboo]

Hasn't happened again, has it?

[doggonemad]

Nah. But I ain't been shoved in that much've a high stress situation since.

[throughbamboo]

[makes a face]

Really put ya through it, eh.

[doggonemad]

Turns out, I care a lot 'bout that shit.

[throughbamboo]

It won't happen again.

[doggonemad]

I know. Hell, we're both different people than we were 'bout three weeks ago.

[throughbamboo]

No kiddin'. S'fuckin' wild to think 'bout.