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[throughbamboo]

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[doggonemad]

[ from here ]

You know what I mean!

[throughbamboo]

An' what d'ya mean?

[doggonemad]

[ he bristles a bit. ]

You know now because of that vision shit—!

[ and then he stops mid-sentence, grimacing, his grip on his hand tightening just a bit.

his hair's gotten a bit shaggier, covering where his ears would normally be. instead, there are wolf ears pricking up at alert. ]

[throughbamboo]

Bro—

[he also makes a face, hand tightening in return]

Why're ya gettin' all worked up?

[doggonemad]

Fuckin'— fuck.

[ sorry, he's a bit preoccupied at the moment. sets his glass down and shifts a bit where he's sitting, before reaching around with his now free hand down the back of his pants to pull out a tail. ]

[throughbamboo]

[jokes aside, maybe he really should have pulled him away sooner]

Oi . . .

[doggonemad]

Now I'm gettin' worked up because I'm turnin' into a fuckin' dog.

[throughbamboo]

[for some reason he really doesn't like that]

More like a wolf.

[doggonemad]

Same goddamn difference.

[throughbamboo]

Nah, wolves an' dogs are different. Different enough.

[doggonemad]

[ ears droop a bit. ]

Tch.

[throughbamboo]

[starts stroking his thumb along Gray's hand]

Finish yer drink, then we'll work on gettin' rid of all this.

[doggonemad]

God fuckin' damnit . . .

[ grumbles as he reaches over to pick up his glass, taking another shaky sip. ]

[throughbamboo]

Relax, bro. It ain't a big deal if it's just happenin' with me, right?

[doggonemad]

It's a big goddamn deal that it's happenin' at all.

[throughbamboo]

Ain't sayin' it ain't one at all, y'know. I know it bothers ya a hell of a lot.

[doggonemad]

Friggin' itches. Feels like I'm crawlin' outta my skin.

[ his tail curls around himself as he knocks back his drink, finishing off the glass. ]

[throughbamboo]

[frowns a little at that]

Does it hurt? Or is it just 'cuz ya still ain't used to it?

[doggonemad]

Prob'ly 'cause I ain't used to it.

[throughbamboo]

[an understanding noise]

Has it happened at all since the last time?

[doggonemad]

Here an' there. Not to this extent, though. Nothin' more'n my hands.

[throughbamboo]

[hums a little bit]

Think I said it last time, but we gotta get ya used to it. I don't think tryin' to avoid it happenin' would work all that well for ya.

[doggonemad]

Fuck. Fuck. I hate this shit.

[throughbamboo]

I know. [lifts their hands to kiss Gray's knuckles, he does not care about the fur]

We were just talkin' 'bout how hard ya work, bet it'll apply to this, too.

[doggonemad]

Like I need another friggin' project.