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[doggonemad]

Cool.

[ rolls over so he can press his back (and tail) against Ore and starts tapping away at his phone. ]

I can get this shit set up right now.

[throughbamboo]

[he knows better than to touch the tail, tempting as it is.

But he will shift a little closer to hook his chin over his shoulder to watch]

[doggonemad]

[ without even looking back: ]

You can touch it. I ain't that cruel.

[throughbamboo]

. . . didn't wanna surprise ya or nothin'.

[called out immediately, wow.

Fine, okay, he's gonna carefully pet the tail]

[doggonemad]

[ oh that's nice. the tail flicks a bit. ]

Mm . . . okay, I got important shit where I lay out the point of it. Then I got general, how to wake a legend, an' cool shit. Am I missin' anythin'?

[throughbamboo]

[hums a little thoughtfully]

Nothin' that I can think of right now. S'a good start with what ya got.

[doggonemad]

Great.

[ sendin' out those invites, so Ore's phone will buzz. ]

Aaaaand there we go.

[throughbamboo]

[he's busy petting a tail, besides he can just look over Gray's shoulder for now]

That's a cute picture of Sus.

[doggonemad]

[ tail is soft. ]

Right? I got no clue whose shoes those are. Whatever. Don't leave 'em out where Sus can get to 'em.

[throughbamboo]

[it's very soft]

Yeah, that's their mistake. His laces now.

[doggonemad]

Damn right.

[ sets his phone aside and leans back against Ore. ]

[throughbamboo]

[gives the tail a few more pets, then slides his arm around Gray to hold him]

S'nice.

[doggonemad]

What, this?

[throughbamboo]

Mmhm. Believe it or not, I like havin' ya close like this.

[doggonemad]

. . . naw. I like it, too. Bein' the little spoon's nice sometimes.

[throughbamboo]

Sometimes. It's comfy . . . sappy as it sounds, it's like we fit together.

[doggonemad]

You ain't wrong there.

[throughbamboo]

'Course I'm not, 'm always right.

[gives him a little squeeze]

[doggonemad]

Fucker. "Most" ain't "always."

[throughbamboo]

Fine, almost always.

[doggonemad]

I'll allow that.

[throughbamboo]

Heh, yer too kind.

[rests his chin on Gray's shoulder]

Feels like we're makin' up for lost time.

[doggonemad]

It does, doesn't it?

[ glances over at him. ]

Feels right. I like it.

[throughbamboo]

It's always felt right with ya.

Not even this weird other world dream bullshit could change that.

[doggonemad]

Heh. Yer a hopeless romantic at heart.