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[throughbamboo]

Well, yeah.

[doggonemad]

. . .

Well then maybe ya should.

[throughbamboo]

. . .

'Kay. Have dinner with me tomorrow.

[doggonemad]

Okay. Sure.

[throughbamboo]

[his lips twitch]

Good. Was gonna ask ya later anyway.

[doggonemad]

Were ya really? Or are ya just sayin' that?

[throughbamboo]

[dips his head a bit]

I really was gonna ask.

[doggonemad]

. . . oh.

[throughbamboo]

. . . [he huffs out a little laugh]

What, are ya surprised?

[doggonemad]

Lil' bit.

[throughbamboo]

Why's that?

[doggonemad]

Couldn't tell ya. I dunno.

[throughbamboo]

[he hums a bit and takes a sip from his drink]

Just don't expect stuff like that?

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Somethin' like that.

[throughbamboo]

[he tilts his head]

Really? Guy like you?

[doggonemad]

Yeah.

Maybe ya don't know my history. But guys like you are few an' far in between.

[throughbamboo]

[he raises his eyebrow]

I don't know your history, nah. Should I?

[doggonemad]

Used ta be married. My ex left after the accident.

[ taps at his eyepatch when he says "accident." ]

Don't blame her, to be honest with ya.

[throughbamboo]

[. . .]

. . . why's that?

[doggonemad]

Shit changed. We wanted different things. She didn't sign up for that.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods a little]

'M sorry it didn't work for ya.

[doggonemad]

Shit happens. That's life.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, that's life.

[takes a sip of his drink]

That turn people off to ya?

[doggonemad]

Pretty much.

[throughbamboo]

. . . should I be turned off? 'Cuz I'm not.