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[doggonemad]

. . .

Heh. Then it's good that I like ya too.

[throughbamboo]

. . . yeah, s'real good.

[doggonemad]

[ just nods, looking down at his drink. ]

[throughbamboo]

[watches him as he finishes off his drink]

What's wrong?

[doggonemad]

Nothin', I guess? It's weird.

[throughbamboo]

[he smiles a bit]

It does keep comin' back ta weird.

[doggonemad]

Shit like this don't happen to me these days.

[throughbamboo]

. . . mmm. S'been a long time for both of us, eh?

[doggonemad]

Sounds like it.

[throughbamboo]

. . .

Still a lil' unbelievable that it's happenin', honestly.

[doggonemad]

See? That's what I mean!

[throughbamboo]

[you know what, ordering another drink]

Heh, well. I was expectin' ya to turn me down when I finally did ask ya to dinner.

[doggonemad]

Why the hell would I do that?

[throughbamboo]

[he shrugs a bit]

I could've been readin' things wrong.

[doggonemad]

. . . nah. Ya weren't.

[throughbamboo]

. . . 'm glad.

[doggonemad]

Same.

[throughbamboo]

[he dips his head]

Startin' ta think I should've asked ya sooner, so I hope you'll let me take ya to a better dinner when we're off this thing.

[doggonemad]

Yeah. 'Course I will.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah?

[doggonemad]

Sure.

[throughbamboo]

[a puff of laughter]

Already sayin' yes even when we haven't done the first dinner yet, damn.

[doggonemad]

What can I say? I'm kinda far gone.

[throughbamboo]

[oh, that gets a big grin out of him]

Really? Well shit.

[doggonemad]

Yeahhhh, it's gross.