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[throughbamboo]

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[doggonemad]

You know exactly what yer doin'.

[ points, then shakes his head. ]

We need ta— make a friggin' conspiracy board or somethin'. You can put together a board, right? Then as people get on the same page, we can . . . I dunno, add to it or somethin'.

[throughbamboo]

[makes a grab for the finger]

N' what am I doin', bro?

[but he does sober a bit]

Tell me how big ya want it and I can get it done ASAP.

[doggonemad]

Uhhhh.

[ looks around in his room. whew. ]

Big enough fer us to make notes an' pin shit to it, but not so big that I can't hide it if someone else comes in here. I figure we keep it in here for now since no one'd come into my room unattended.

[throughbamboo]

I'll do ya one better, I'll make it so ya can hide our notes without havin' to pull it down all the time.

[doggonemad]

Okay, yeah. That works.

[throughbamboo]

We were gonna share shit 'bout what we know goin' on around here too, yeah? We can put 'em on there too, instead of messagin' each other shit.

[doggonemad]

Makes sense. Yeah. I was sharin' stuff in Cade's group chat, but . . .

[ trails off. gestures vaguely. ]

[throughbamboo]

. . . yeah. We'll keep this to ourselves for now.

[doggonemad]

Fer the record, I hate bein' the secret keeper. It fuckin' sucks.

[throughbamboo]

'Course it fuckin' sucks.

[doggonemad]

[ wait until nue means something and you realize HOW LONG i have been the secret keeper . . . ]

It's bullshit. Ugh. Who'd do this shit willingly?

[throughbamboo]

[boy is he going to hate it]

Beats the shit out of me. I wouldn't be able to do it - 'least not with you.

[doggonemad]

I hate doin' it with you. I will throw a friggin' party when I don't gotta keep shit up my sleeves anymore.

[throughbamboo]

[huffs a bit]

You never had to start doin' it in the first place, dumbass.

[doggonemad]

No, uh. I did. I really, really did.

[ AND I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER IF I SUCCEEDED OR NOT!! ]

Just trust me.

[throughbamboo]

. . . I do trust ya. I've kept my mouth shut 'til now 'bout you keepin' shit to yourself 'cuz I trust ya.

[it's one of a few reasons, but the big one]

[doggonemad]

[ rubs at his hands again, ugh. ]

Okay. Okay. We'll get this board goin'.

[throughbamboo]

[watches him do that, then reaches over to cover his hands with one of his]

I can have it done tomorrow, I'll start it as soon as I get back to my cabin.

[doggonemad]

[ his fingers twitch when he does that and Gray glances down briefly, brows furrowing. ]

Right. That'll work.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm. An' then we can work on those notes together.

[doggonemad]

[ . . . flexes his fingers with a frown, then stops. ]

Yeah. Figure out what we can do without arousin' suspicion.

[throughbamboo]

[curls his fingers around his hand]

Right. Dunno if there'll be much, but we can at least start some plannin'.

[doggonemad]

[ it probably feels slightly off. ]

Damn right we can. Figure out how ta . . . even figure shit out. Fuck.

[throughbamboo]

[frowns a little, squeezing his hand]

It'll at least give us a fresh look if we're doin' it together.

[doggonemad]

[ it is exactly what you think it is. ]

Gives us someone ta bounce ideas offa.