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[doggonemad]

Nah.

[ takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair with his free hand. ]

Shit. Okay, so basically— the good manager act's just that. It's a fuckin' act. I make sure my clients get the best treatment an' it disarms the shit outta people when it comes to negotiating deals. If the agency needs me ta put the screws on someone or somethin', though . . .

[ straightens up and snaps the bat out at a blender nearby without even batting his eye, shattering it. ]

An' no one expects it. Not from Mr. Perfect Pushover Manager.

[throughbamboo]

[both eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he also doesn't bat (lol) an eye at him breaking the blender, either. It just gets a brief glance before he looks back to Gray]

. . .

'M not followin'. How's that not bein' honest with me?

[doggonemad]

Because I ain't that guy.

[throughbamboo]

[he tilts his head]

Is that a bad thing?

[doggonemad]

I mean— I fuckin'—

[throughbamboo]

Ya what? Reacted?

[doggonemad]

I ain't that perfect, put together guy!

[throughbamboo]

Okay? So what?

. . . [he makes a face] That sounds dismissive. I ain't tryin' to be, I swear.

[doggonemad]

So I was fake as hell.

[throughbamboo]

I mean . . . not bein' the guy ya want people to think ya are's a lil' different, ain't it?

[. . .]

All those times we talked - was that you fakin' it?

[doggonemad]

I mean . . . I do like ya.

[throughbamboo]

[the corner of his mouth lifts]

Wouldn't kiss me if ya didn't, right?

[doggonemad]

Nah. Not even fer a role.

[throughbamboo]

Thought so.

. . . look, I like ya too, Gray. N' I told ya I wanted to get to know you, not Mr. Perfect Top Tier Manager. That ain't what got me interested.

[doggonemad]

It ain't?

[throughbamboo]

'Course it ain't. It was seein' that there's more to ya then just that.

[doggonemad]

The hell's wrong with ya?

[throughbamboo]

[his eyebrows furrow, confused]

What? I say somethin' weird?

[doggonemad]

Who wouldn't want a hot, smooth guy like that?! Eh?!

[throughbamboo]

. . . 'm startin' to think ya got the wrong impression of me if ya think I want the perfect-seemin' businessman.

[doggonemad]

Ya were gettin' somethin' good! Not this fucked up— whatever I am.

[throughbamboo]

[a puff of laughter]

N' I ain't gettin' somethin' better now?

[doggonemad]

[ points the bat at him. ]

M'rude as shit, a real fuckin' asshole, an' I like punchin' dudes.

[throughbamboo]

[can he snatch the bat, he's gonna try]

Tell me something: do you think 'm the nice ol' math teacher all the time?

[doggonemad]

I don't think ya go 'round roughin' people up fer Forge.