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day 89, morning

[doggonemad]

[ continuing from here.

as they walk back towards the barn, Hannya flexes his fingers. since they were sleeping and in ritual assigned pajamas, he's not wearing gloves for once. ]

Our clothes better fuckin' be back in the room.

[throughbamboo]

[he hums a bit in agreement]

Kinda need 'em, I ain't wanderin' around in this.

[doggonemad]

Last time somethin' like this happened, our old clothes were back in the barn.

[ opens the door, shuffling off to his room. ]

[throughbamboo]

[following after him]

S'a relief. They do that a lot? Throw ya in costumes an' shit?

[doggonemad]

Yeah, but not all of 'em stay. S'how I got my suit, through one've those rituals.

[ checks the closet and yep, there they are. ]

Thank fuck.

[throughbamboo]

[let's just assume his are folded up in the corner he claimed for stuff]

Huh. S'not a bad way ta get clothes.

[doggonemad]

Right? 'Specially fer Weeds, with yer tattered shit.

[throughbamboo]

Mhm. That ain't so bad, though.

[doggonemad]

Nah, I didn't mind it. I had this tattered long black coat. Looked fuckin' awesome, but it turned into my snakeskin when my collar changed. So, yanno. Still awesome.

[throughbamboo]

I dunno, the long black coat sounds a lil' more awesome.

[he's teasing]

[doggonemad]

Asshole.

[ grins at him though as he strips out of his pajamas and pulls his normal clothes on. he stops short at putting his gloves back on, though. ]

[throughbamboo]

Heh.

[he's doing the same, folding up the pajamas and putting them back where his clothes were, out of the way]

[doggonemad]

[ hmm. nts, look into getting another trunk for nue.

He walks over, sitting down on the edge of the bed. ]

[throughbamboo]

[they could just make one.

He picks up his boots and comes over to sit next to him, but doesn't pull them on just yet]

[doggonemad]

. . . Right. Let's pick up where we left off, yeah?

[ holds out his ungloved hand. ]

[throughbamboo]

[oh. He smiles a little and reaches out to take it]

S'not a bad idea.

[doggonemad]

M'tryin'. Easier without a bunch've fuckos watchin' me.

[ curls his fingers around his. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he gives his hand a squeeze]

I know ya are. S'easier for me too.

[doggonemad]

Our fuckin' upbringing. Assholes didn't know what they were missin' out on.

[ he's holding it kind of loosely. ]

[throughbamboo]

It was the 80s. N' we were dumbasses.

[doggonemad]

Lemme tell ya, 2006? No one gives a shit about it. But that's Kamurocho. S'the bein' soft thing that people make eyes at.

[throughbamboo]

S'cuz people can't mind their own business.

[doggonemad]

Pretty much.

[ curls his fingers a bit. ]

One've the good things 'bout my rep is I can do mostly whatever the fuck I want an' no one bats an eye.

[throughbamboo]

[his thumb starts slowly rubbing against his hand]

Mmm, seen that in person.

[doggonemad]

Hohh? Makes sense. Might as well use it fer all I got.