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[doggonemad]

Ya already kicked twenty-some years o' guilt outta me. That's a lotta spoilin' right there. Shoulders've never felt this light.

[throughbamboo]

. . . that ain't spoilin' ya, that's gettin' rid of somethin' that shoulda never been there.

[doggonemad]

That's spoilin'. Ya come into my barn an' tell it all ta fuck off. Damn, bro.

[throughbamboo]

[he huffs a little, but he's fighting back a smile]

All right, it's spoilin'. Stubborn ass.

[doggonemad]

Heh. Glad we're agreein' on that point.

[throughbamboo]

Don't matter if it's spoilin' or not as long as it stays fucked off.

[doggonemad]

Damn right.

. . . let's push our limits a lil'. Ease the rules a bit. Ya can touch me s'long as I can see ya goin' fer it. Leave the neck alone, though.

[throughbamboo]

[he hums a little in understanding]

Ain't breakin' that rule.

[he considers for a moment. Then brings one of his hands back around to, maybe a little predictably, do something gross and soft. And that's lightly pressing his hand against his cheek, on the left side]

[doggonemad]

[ tilts his head to the side, leaning into it. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he smiles a little at that, thumb brushing along Hannya's cheek.

Kissing is a form of touching, right, what if he draws him closer to do that]

[doggonemad]

[ because he knows it's coming, he moves in to meet that. so technically, he's initiating. it's fine. ]

[throughbamboo]

[it's fine. It isn't a very deep kiss, certainly not one meant to start something else, but it isn't chaste, either]

[doggonemad]

[ feelings are gross and i hate them.

but this is fine so maybe fuck toxic masculinity. ]

[throughbamboo]

[there's nothing wrong with feelings, so absolutely fuck toxic masculinity.

Feelings are manly!!]

[doggonemad]

[ eventually, eventually, he breaks it off, but tips his forehead forward to rest it against Nue's. ]

[throughbamboo]

[brushes his thumb against his cheek again before slowly lowering his hand, but he's staying right there.

After a moment, softly:]

Know ya prob'ly meant a different kinda touchin', but . . .

[doggonemad]

Gotta shoot yer shot, right?

[throughbamboo]

Wouldn't shootin' my shot be the opposite of this?

[doggonemad]

Nahhh, this counts. S'a good shot.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah?

[lightly bumps their heads together]

I do wanna touch ya, if that's what ya wanted.

[doggonemad]

That's cool. I'll let ya know if it's too far.

[throughbamboo]

"That's cool".

[he grins a little bit at that. He gives the bottom of his hoodie a tug, like he's reminding him his hand is there, then slips underneath to touch his side]

S'like we're teenagers again.

[doggonemad]

[ lets out a little cackle. ]

Ain't it? Whatever, the world fucked us.

[throughbamboo]

'M gonna look at it in a better way, just means I get ta figure ya out again.

[doggonemad]

Well, yeah. M'a lil' different. Older an' shit.