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[throughbamboo]

Hope I didn't actually steal ya away from any serious work.

[doggonemad]

Nah, the kids were just doin' their thing. I let 'em be for the most part.

[throughbamboo]

Heh, no supervisin' today?

[doggonemad]

I guess not? Jewel an' the others are off doin' somethin'.

[throughbamboo]

Ahh. Well, hope they stay out of trouble for ya.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, here's hopin'. Tch.

[ takes a sip. ]

Friday went to friggin' Nick Graeysteel. Told him my hair looked like shit, wanted him to style it for me. Like Nick an' I don't talk all the goddamn time.

[throughbamboo]

[he pauses, drink halfway to his lips]

Hah? The hell's wrong with your hair? It looks fine ta me.

[doggonemad]

S'just how it is with some of these shits. Pampered divas.

[throughbamboo]

I don't really get it, but I ain't ever given too much of a shit 'bout how I look.

[doggonemad]

Image is everythin' with the Arias. I've made mine exactly the way I want it fer my own reasons.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, ya said that yesterday 'bout yer image. Figured that went for physical, too.

[doggonemad]

Mm-hmm.

[ another sip. ]

Image is powerful. Allows me to stay in control. For example, if shits like Friday are too focused on mine, they're not lookin' elsewhere.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods slowly, taking a sip]

Sounds stressful, honestly. Worryin' 'bout that kinda thing all the time.

[doggonemad]

Nah, s'like a game to me. Which mask am I wearin' today? What's up my sleeve now? No one'll ever know.

[throughbamboo]

[he makes a brief face, but he is clearly thinking it out]

Y'don't get tired of doin' that?

[doggonemad]

Nah. It's my job.

[throughbamboo]

Job's different, though, ain't it? Everybody kinda has to. Sure as shit don't act or talk like this in the classroom, y'know?

[doggonemad]

Eh, it's an Arias thing.

[throughbamboo]

Hmm.

So are ya wearin' one now?

[curious, not judgemental]

[doggonemad]

Who can really say?

[throughbamboo]

[he makes another hmm noise in understanding, thoughful, then takes a sip of his drink]

[doggonemad]

. . . but, yeah. Sometimes it gets tiring. Sometimes.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm . . .

[another sip]

Whatever mask yer wearin' today, s'more relaxed than the usual ones ya got.

[doggonemad]

Good company'll do that.

[throughbamboo]

[oh. That gets a surprised little smile out of him]

Yeah?