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[doggonemad]

[ lets out a surprised little laugh. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he grins a little at that]

[doggonemad]

[ takes a step closer. ]

Welp. Ya know what yer gettin' into here.

[throughbamboo]

Y'could say I'm all in.

[doggonemad]

S'yer funeral.

[throughbamboo]

[a snort]

Got any other things ya wanna say to try to warn me off?

[doggonemad]

Sometimes, I bite.

[throughbamboo]

Hrm.

[pretends to consider it for all of two seconds]

Anythin' else?

[doggonemad]

Nah. I'm fresh outta shit.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods, then shrugs a shoulder]

Didn't work, still into ya.

[doggonemad]

Fuckin' weirdo.

[throughbamboo]

We've established that already.

[doggonemad]

Sure did.

[ flops his arms at his side. ]

Anyway. No one really knows 'cept fer Cade, Nick, Sam, an' now you, so I'd appreciate it if ya kept it under wraps. Dunno how much longer it'll be that way anyway though, given how stir crazy I'm goin' on this fuckin' ship.

[throughbamboo]

I ain't in the habit of spreadin' other people's business, so ya don't gotta worry 'bout that.

Did comin' in here help ya at all?

[doggonemad]

I figured, but . . . gotta mention it. Agency secret.

[ shrugs a bit. ]

A lil'. Normally I go home an' decompress, not havin' ta worry 'bout appearances. But my home here's a cabin full of my clients, sooooo.

[throughbamboo]

N' I bet that don't make it easy at all.

Could come over to Forge if ya wanna. No one would bother ya.

[doggonemad]

Occasionally, but— fuck, I feel responsible fer 'em.

[throughbamboo]

[nods a bit]

S'what I mean, occasionally. Wouldn't tell ya to leave 'em on their own, they need ya.

[doggonemad]

You can come over whenever, too.

[throughbamboo]

Whenever?

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Open invitation.

[throughbamboo]

Goes without sayin', but so is mine.

[doggonemad]

. . . cool.

[throughbamboo]

Cool. [. . . this time, he takes a step closer]

So all's good now.

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Uh. Sorry fer takin' my stress out on ya last night.