[ limelight ] broverflow

[throughbamboo]

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[doggonemad]

[ leads them in, taking him into his bathroom and pulls out a little first aid kit, passing it over. ]

Here.

[throughbamboo]

Thanks.

[winces as he takes a seat on the toilet, then pops it open]

[doggonemad]

[ gonna clean himself up while he does that, pulling his shirt back on and only buttoning it up partway. ]

[throughbamboo]

[cleaning himself up as best he can, though he is watching Gray out of the corner of his eye]

[doggonemad]

[ he's limping a little, tail hanging low, but he's just bruised and not bleeding. ]

[throughbamboo]

[sighs softly as he moves onto trying to clean his arm]

Guess neither of us won.

[doggonemad]

Nope. S'a fuckin' draw fer now.

[throughbamboo]

I'll take it.

[he genuinely does sound a little pleased by that]

[doggonemad]

. . . yeah. Think it works out for the better.

[throughbamboo]

. . . yeah, I think so too.

[doggonemad]

[ turns, holding out a hand. be mindful of the claws. ]

Truce?

[throughbamboo]

[takes it carefully, shaking once]

Truce.

[okay, he's cleaned up. Now to . . . try to bandage this shit]

[doggonemad]

[ leans against the wall, watching him quietly. he'd help, but. claws. ]

[throughbamboo]

[it's fine, he's got this, it's just slow going]

[doggonemad]

[ oh wait. moves to grab his gloves off the ground from where he discarded them earlier and pulls them back on, then steps over. ]

Here. Lemme help.

[throughbamboo]

[glances up at him, but nods and offers him the bandages]

Thanks, bro.

[doggonemad]

[ . . . smiles a little at that and takes the bandages, getting to work. ]

[throughbamboo]

[that gets him to smile a bit, too.

He holds still for Gray, only wincing a bit]

[doggonemad]

[ he's careful about it and finishes up before too long. ]

How's that feel?

[throughbamboo]

[he stretches a bit, careful, then nods]

S'good. Don't need any yourself, right?

[doggonemad]

Nah, just banged up. It'll bruise, but whatever. S'fine.

[ limps out of the bathroom and over to the bed, flopping face first on one side. ]

[throughbamboo]

[hums a bit, grabbing up his shirt to tug it back on.

As he steps out of the bathroom he considers the bed for all of a second before he steps over to sit on the other side]

[doggonemad]

[ when he feels the dip on the bed, muffled: ]

Good.

[throughbamboo]

[. . .

Shifts to slowly lay down on his side, facing him]

Wasn't plannin' on leavin'.

[doggonemad]

Good. 'Cause I'd like ya ta stick around tonight.