[ limelight ] broverflow

[throughbamboo]

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[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.

[throughbamboo]

Punchin' me more will help ya get used to bein' gross?

[doggonemad]

Yup.

[throughbamboo]

Then maybe ya oughta fight me more often.

[doggonemad]

I'll fight ya any damn day, bastard.

[throughbamboo]

Ya did say ya wanted to do it more.

So do it.

[doggonemad]

Fine. Every mornin'. We eat, then we throw down. Done.

[throughbamboo]

[grins at him]

Fine with me.

[doggonemad]

Good. New tradition.

[throughbamboo]

Heh. I like it even more when ya put it like that.