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[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.

[throughbamboo]

Less fighty. [his fingers shift over to touch his stomach. He gives him a cheeky grin] Less scrawny.

[doggonemad]

[ shivers briefly when he touches his stomach. ]

Yer askin' ta be headbutt, bro.

[throughbamboo]

[he snorts softly]

That supposed ta be a turn off? Ya keep forgettin' I liked yer scrawny ass.

Can I unzip this?

[doggonemad]

Oh yeah, go fer it.

[ snorts. ]

Yeah. Yeah, ya did like that scrawny lil' shithead.

[throughbamboo]

[doin' that, then.

And then touching his stomach again, dragging his fingers against his abs again because like, how can he not]

Mhm. Still like that lil' shithead, even if he ain't so scrawny no more.

[doggonemad]

[ right, like, they're right there. ]

Thanks, I worked real friggin' hard on that.

[throughbamboo]

I can tell, ya look real good.

[only a fool wouldn't and Nue ain't no fool. He leans in and - okay, neck's off limits, so he ducks his head to kiss at his collarbone instead, right at the edge of the tattoo]

[doggonemad]

[ hell yeah. this seems fine so far. ]

Not gonna lie, I did a real shitty job of takin' care of myself fer awhile. Looked like death warmed over sometimes. This last year though, been really tryin' ta right that ship.

[throughbamboo]

[he's just gonna take his time with this, following the edge of the tattoo down]

'M glad. S'obvious ya have been, 'specially after that memory o' yours I saw. Ain't sayin' ya look good just 'cuz ya got hotter an' less scrawny.

[doggonemad]

Are ya sayin' I look like shit, bro?