[ limelight ] broverflow

[throughbamboo]

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[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.

[doggonemad]

. . .

You didn't kill shit.

[throughbamboo]

[he briefly waves his hand]

Tried to. Sure as shit felt like I did at the time.

[doggonemad]

So long as ya know.

[throughbamboo]

[holds him a little tighter]

I didn't forget.

[doggonemad]

[ settles in, quiet for once. ]

[throughbamboo]

[rests his chin on top of his head and gets comfortable. He lets the quiet linger for a bit, because it's nice . . . quiet time with bro]

[doggonemad]

[ closes his eye, just focusing on his breathing. ]

[throughbamboo]

[a few minutes in and Ore's hand starts moving along Gray's back, slow and steady]

[doggonemad]

[ oh . . . that feels nice.

scoots in closer if that's even possible. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he hums softly and - you know, he still shifts like maybe that will let Gray get even closer]

[doggonemad]

[ it is nice and relaxing.

and if after about fifteen or twenty minutes of this, the fur and claws recede, well. surely that's just a coincidence. ]

[throughbamboo]

[well, now they know for sure how to fix it.

He turns his face down into his hair, murmuring]

I could do this all day with ya.

[doggonemad]

[ murmuring back: ]

Just this?

[throughbamboo]

I like havin' ya this close.

[doggonemad]

. . . 've missed this.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah?

. . . wasn't the same before, eh.

[doggonemad]

Not really.

[throughbamboo]

[a soft, agreeing noise]

It feels . . . more.

I dunno how else to put it.

[doggonemad]

But ya get it now.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah, I get it, bro.

[doggonemad]

[ . . . settles in against him more. ]

Yeah. Ya sure do.