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[throughbamboo]

Bah. Either way, maybe we can do somethin' nice after.

[doggonemad]

Right? We can plan fer that!

[throughbamboo]

[when they step into Hannya's room, he's gonna put his stuff down and take off his jacket]

Got bento boxes from the sheep fer some reason, could put 'em to good use.

[doggonemad]

[ adds the booze to the stash. ]

Oh yeah?

[throughbamboo]

Mhm. Got two of 'em, so - figure one of 'em's for you.

[doggonemad]

Fair assumption, yeah.

[throughbamboo]

Though technically both're yours, too.

[okay where are his clothes, he's changing out of this suit]

[doggonemad]

Huh?

[ fishing out his comfy clover clothes. ]

[throughbamboo]

What's mine is yours - ain't that what ya keep tellin' me?

[doggonemad]

Oh yeah. Huh. Guess so.

[throughbamboo]

[he snorts, muttering a fond "dumbass" as he tugs on his usual clothes]

[doggonemad]

[ once he's changed he just

flops back on the floor. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he makes a curious noise at that]

All right?

[doggonemad]

Yeahhhh, just takin' a breather.

[throughbamboo]

Since when d'you need a breather?

[it's teasing, not serious. He takes a seat on the floor near him, though]

[doggonemad]

Gotta keep up appearances!

[ wakka wakka wakka. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he hums a bit, but he shifts to stretch his leg out to nudge him]

I was gonna tease ya 'bout gettin' old.

[doggonemad]

Bah. Only as old as I feel.

[throughbamboo]

N' how old are ya feelin'?

[doggonemad]

Who can really say?

[throughbamboo]

S'a coy way ta say old, bro.

[doggonemad]

[ he's up in an instant, on his knees and getting in his face. ]

Who's bein' coy? I'm just sayin' it can't be quantified. Maybe I feel like a teenager. Maybe I feel like a forty-somethin'. Who gives a shit?

[throughbamboo]

[well hi there. He snorts softly, lips twitching]

'M just sayin'. Ya usually give me the "who can say?" answer when yer bein' coy or cheeky.

1/2

[doggonemad]

Heh. Fer yer information, this whole shit today with Mr. Popular got me thinkin'.

[ lifts a hand, tapping at the side of his head. ]

What if I'd spun the bottle? If it'd landed on someone, I sure as shit woulda done it because I'm in it ta win it with these stupid-ass rituals. Except then, yanno, I thought, what the fuck. I'll kiss a fuckin' stranger with zero shame, but I got some kinda hang-up when it comes to my bro? The hell is that? S'bullshit is what it is.

So then I thought, well fuck. What's the difference? Why's my brain suddenly gotta shriek like a goddamn harpy when it means something, but give zero shits when it's bottle nonsense?

An' then I realized.

[doggonemad]

Just gotta fool it.

[ leans forward, slapping his hands down on his shoulders, and presses a kiss against his lips. ]