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[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?

[doggonemad]

'Course it will.

[throughbamboo]

'M glad. [he gestures with the glass] Ya should get to relax doin' stuff like this.

[doggonemad]

Until there's a fire I gotta put out, sure.

[throughbamboo]

Well, hope there ain't one anytime soon.

[doggonemad]

Right—

[ as if on cue, his phone buzzes. he frowns, taking it out and reading a text, raising an eyebrow. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he also frowns a bit, nodding to the phone]

Did we jinx ya?

[doggonemad]

Yup.

[ downs the rest of his drink, then sighs. ]

I'm bein' summoned for some shit they're puttin' on . . . for Forge.

[throughbamboo]

[he moves to do the same, but pauses]

Haah? For Forge?

[doggonemad]

Apparently. I got nothin', that's just what the message said.

[throughbamboo]

That's a lil' ominous.

[downs his drink] Wonder if it's got somethin' ta do with our stylist.

[doggonemad]

Shit, who even knows.

[ sighs, sending a text back, and then stands. ]

I'll go on ahead.

[throughbamboo]

[he pushes to his feet]

Right. I should stop by Forge first, then I might as well wander over ta see what it is. 'M curious.

[doggonemad]

No one says we can't resume drinks later, anyway.

[throughbamboo]

. . . I'd like to, if ya wanna.

[doggonemad]

. . . I wanna.