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[throughbamboo]

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[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.

[doggonemad]

There's too much friggin' stress on this goddamn boat.

[throughbamboo]

If it ain't shit happenin' around the boat, it's the damn visions.

[doggonemad]

Which're prob'ly memories.

[throughbamboo]

Prob'ly. S'what I figure.

Like I said earlier, haven't thought too hard 'bout 'em bein' that.

[doggonemad]

Oh, yer gonna get there.

[throughbamboo]

[calmly, matter of fact]

I killed 18 people, bro.

It ain't a matter of gettin' there.