[ limelight ] broverflow

[throughbamboo]

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[throughbamboo]

. . . it is real nice. Dunno why we haven't been doin' that more.

[doggonemad]

We were gonna start doin' it regularly.

[ don't sound too needy, don't sound too needy, he doesn't have to know yet. ]

[throughbamboo]

We're gonna switch off, yeah? One night here, one night in my room?

I still want to.

[doggonemad]

Cool. 'Cause at this rate, I'm gonna need ta friggin' de-furry myself every night.

[throughbamboo]

[a soft huff]

Here I thought it was just 'cuz ya wanna be near me more.

[it's said teasingly]

[doggonemad]

Plant my face in yer chest.

[throughbamboo]

Maybe that's the real cure for yer furriness.

[. . .

Leans over to start untying his boots with his free hand]

[doggonemad]

Sorry we didn't get ta switch off, we'll start tomorrow.

. . . Hey, what kinda sides would Forge want?

[throughbamboo]

It don't matter to me where we sleep, bro—ahh?

Sides?

[doggonemad]

Fer a meal. I won one fer the family from the Ticketmaster an' we wanna share it with Forge.

[throughbamboo]

[smiles a little]

Y'all are cute.

Think we'll eat most things, honestly. We aren't a picky bunch.

[doggonemad]

[ punches at his shoulder lightly with his free hand. ]

Shuddup, it's like we like ya or somethin'.

[throughbamboo]

[bumps their shoulders together in response]

Yeah? I did get that impression.

[shifts to start tugging off his jacket one-handed. Only then does he let go of Gray's hand.

. . . for like two seconds, he picks it right back up]

[doggonemad]

[ curls his fingers around his, mindful of the claws. ]

Yeah, I got an inklin' that ya like me, too.

[throughbamboo]

I more than like ya, bro.

C'mon, shoes off. We're gettin' comfy.

[doggonemad]

Maybe m'comfy with my shoes on.

[ kicking them off tho. ]

[throughbamboo]

Are they comfy?

[shifting further back on the bed, over to the side he slept on last night]

[doggonemad]

I ain't gonna wear shitty shoes, bro.

[throughbamboo]

I dunno, can't say I've ever owned a pair of comfy fancy shoes.

[doggonemad]

Skill issue. Gotta talk to Sun Sign.

[throughbamboo]

Got my boots from 'em, s'all I need.

[tugs on his hand, get over here]

[doggonemad]

[ lets himself get tugged down. ]

Someone's needy.

[throughbamboo]

[LIKE YOU CAN TALK.

He pauses as he lifts his arm to welcome him closer]

. . . and if I am?

[doggonemad]

Just sayin'.

[ draws in closer. ]

[throughbamboo]

[puts his arm around him]

You ain't the only one who thinks this gets rid of stress an' shit.