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[throughbamboo]

We ain't even had that dinner yet.

[here's Forge, tuggin' open the door for him]

[doggonemad]

Ehhhh.

[ steps in! ]

[throughbamboo]

Ehhh?

[and to Ore's room! There is no evidence anything happened in here besides some glass in the garbage]

[doggonemad]

Heh.

[ just pointedly not going to look at the garbage can, doo doo doo. ]

[throughbamboo]

[gestures for Gray to have a seat]

[doggonemad]

[ does so, looking over at him. ]

[throughbamboo]

[. . . smiles a bit, holding up his drink]

To do overs?

[doggonemad]

[ lifts his glass, clinking it against Ore's. ]

To do overs.

[throughbamboo]

[smiles wider, taking a drink]

[doggonemad]

[ knocks his back as well, then sets his glass down. ]

S'funny, but fer some reason, I'm just real comfy 'round you.

[throughbamboo]

[his expression softens]

Couldn't tell ya why that is.

But I feel the same way 'round you.

[doggonemad]

Like one of those things ya feel in yer bones, yeah?

[throughbamboo]

[reaches over to set his glass down]

Yeah . . . s'kinda exactly like that.

[doggonemad]

Crazy. Ain't ever had that 'fore.

[throughbamboo]

Got people I'm comfortable around.

But it ain't like this.

[doggonemad]

Ya get it.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, so do you. Ya get a lot of stuff.

[doggonemad]

That ain't normal, right?

[throughbamboo]

I don't think it's not normal.

[doggonemad]

. . .

Fuckin' double negatives.

[throughbamboo]

[a huff]

It's not common, that better?

Ain't that strange for folks to click with each other, yeah?

[doggonemad]

'zat what this is? Clickin'?

[throughbamboo]

Somethin' like it.

[a beat]

Feels like it's more'n that, but - I dunno, ain't like I know a whole lot 'bout that stuff.

[doggonemad]

[ a beat. ]

Okay. Sure. Clickin'. That's simple.

[throughbamboo]

That's the thing, though - it ain't that simple.