[ limelight ] broverflow

[throughbamboo]

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[doggonemad]

Still pisses me off, though. I fuckin' know.

[throughbamboo]

Has he been lookin' at his visions? 'Cuz he'll know as soon as he's seen enough of 'em.

[doggonemad]

Dunno. I ain't pushin' 'em. I know Jem ain't looked at more'n one or two of 'em. If they don't wanna, they don't gotta.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, I hear ya.

Think most of Forge take their visions, but I dunno how they feel 'bout 'em. Some of 'em had weird shit happen to 'em after - like Cobalt had glowy bits.

[doggonemad]

Things start happenin' after a bit. Friday started gettin' a friggin' halo.

[throughbamboo]

A halo? The fuck?

. . . Nick's arm turned metal. Watched it happen, it was real weird.

[doggonemad]

Fuck.

. . . dunno if anythin' has changed with me, I just got scars an' shit.

[throughbamboo]

[his frown briefly deepens]

Mmm . . . don't think it has with me, either. Know where some of my scars come from now, but I never paid 'em much mind before.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, I know mine sure as shit ain't accidental like I thought they were, but I'm gonna be honest — I dunno if they just subtlely changed or what.

Don't matter though. They are what they are.

[throughbamboo]

They are what they are.

We don't really come from a place with crazy shit like metal arms an' shit anyway. Far as I can tell, at least.

[doggonemad]

Nah. Seems reasonable enough.

[throughbamboo]

'Sides us endin' up in some weird pasture.

[doggonemad]

S'all fucked up.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm . . .

Care 'bout where we are an' that shit, but I care more 'bout us bein' together.

[doggonemad]

. . . same. S'all that really matters at the end've the day.

[throughbamboo]

Damn right.

I'll punch the shit out of anythin' that tries to separate us.

[doggonemad]

Get the feelin' we're sick of that shit.

[throughbamboo]

No shit, who wouldn't be? Ain't even remembered it all properly an' I'm sick of it.

[doggonemad]

M'done with it. It's done.

[throughbamboo]

[reaches over for his hand]

It ain't happenin' again.

[doggonemad]

[ takes it, curling his fingers around it. ]

Damn right.

[throughbamboo]

[gives his hand a tight squeeze]

'Fraid that means yer stuck with all my grossness, bro.

[doggonemad]

Bleh. 'll deal somehow.

[throughbamboo]

[lifts his hand to kiss his knuckles]

Just gotta get used to it.

[doggonemad]

Gotta punch ya more! That'll do it.