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[throughbamboo]

Yer right, it's not.

But what 'm gettin' at is - I don't care that ya do. How ya do yer business ain't none of mine, y'know? Hell, ya said yer all smooth or whatever when yer Mr. Perfect?

Bet yer even hotter kickin' someone's ass.

[doggonemad]

I mean . . .

Yeah.

If yer into that.

[throughbamboo]

I did say that to ya yesterday.

[doggonemad]

I broke a glass against yer friggin' wall.

[throughbamboo]

Wasn't my glass.

[doggonemad]

Yer way too chill 'bout all this.

[throughbamboo]

How should I be actin'?

[doggonemad]

Should be . . . pissed at me or somethin'.

[throughbamboo]

Still ain't seein' why.

. . . if anythin', 'm glad ya feel like ya can be yerself around me.

[doggonemad]

Ha.

[ tugs the bat back, lowering it. ]

Don't even know who the hell I am sometimes.

[throughbamboo]

[let's him have it]

Think maybe it's 'cuz ya think ya gotta be a certain way?

[doggonemad]

Dunno. S'prob'ly an actor thing.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, maybe.

. . . dunno if it helps any, but when it's us, all ya gotta do is be Gray.

[doggonemad]

[ his shoulders sag a bit. ]

Yer really just . . . cool with this?

[throughbamboo]

I was never not cool with it.

[doggonemad]

. . .

Huh.

[throughbamboo]

. . . [dips his head a bit]

S'funny. Thought I was the one who fucked up yesterday, provokin' ya like that.

[doggonemad]

. . . nah. Ya couldn't fuck up with me.

[throughbamboo]

Looks like it goes both ways.

[doggonemad]

. . .

[ tosses the bat aside. ]

[throughbamboo]

. . . feel a lil' better?

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Got that shit outta my system an' I got a guy tellin' me he likes my crazy ass.

[throughbamboo]

S'a nice ass.

[doggonemad]

[ lets out a surprised little laugh. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he grins a little at that]