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[throughbamboo]

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[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.

[throughbamboo]

[ah. He pulls Gray's hand closer so he can tug off the glove]

'Zactly. Got this feelin' we do our best when it's the two of us.

[doggonemad]

[ wolf fur and claws, yup.

he sighs. ]

Put the glove back on, c'mon.

[throughbamboo]

[instead, he laces their fingers together]

This start before or after we started talkin'?

[doggonemad]

No friggin' clue.

[throughbamboo]

Hrm. Ya started gettin' fidgety when we got back here.

[doggonemad]

Maybe that's when. Fuck.

[throughbamboo]

[rubs his thumb against the side of his hand]

That's twice now it's happened when yer upset.

[doggonemad]

[ it fuzzy. ]

Maybe I'm allergic to you.

[throughbamboo]

[only petting it the one way, cuz fur. He is an expert]

Sucks for you, then, 'cuz yer stuck with me.

[doggonemad]

[ ughhh. ]

It's fine, we know how ta fix it.