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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[throughbamboo]

[he grins, patting his leg again]

Yer one of a kind, that's why.

[doggonemad]

I'm unique an' charmin' an' fuck me, I shoulda made him bring the food over here.

[throughbamboo]

[he snorts, but he lifts Majima's legs, slipping out and setting them down once he's standing]

Ya were too focused on the bath. I got it.

[doggonemad]

[ nooooo my foot rest. ]

I coulda gotten it . . .

[throughbamboo]

Too late.

[he brings the bags over, but he does lean over to pick his legs up again to take his seat again]

What'd ya get?

[doggonemad]

Got some breakfast shit from Cafe Alps. Told him ta go nuts.

[ so Minami just . . . ordered literally anything breakfast-y on their menu.

at least he also got them some blended coffee. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he did complete the assignment. He snorts softly, setting the bags down]

He went nuts all right.

[doggonemad]

Whatever. We're supposed ta lay low at least for the next few days, so we deserve some spoilin'.

[throughbamboo]

It wasn't a complaint, I won't say no ta this kinda spoilin'.

[doggonemad]

Good.

[ leans over to grab a bag and takes out a pastry. ]

— oh shit, this one has cheese in it. Remind me to give Minami a raise.

[throughbamboo]

I'll remind ya.

[he digs something out of the other bag]

Ain't had somethin' like this in a long time.

[doggonemad]

Heh. That's the whole point!

[throughbamboo]

[he wants to tell him it isn't necessary, that he'd be fine with rice and bread, but -

Nah. He gives Majima's leg a little squeeze instead as he starts to eat]

[doggonemad]

[ he smiles brightly at him at that, almost like he's a dumb teenager again instead of an idiot 40-something, then goes back to munching on his pastry. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he's just a dumb old man now, no less endearing than when they were kids]

[doggonemad]

. . . so. How's yer fancy pastry breakfast, bro?

[throughbamboo]

Fancy.

[he smiles a bit] 'S really good.

[doggonemad]

Good.

[ leans over to give him a playful shove. ]

Only the best for my bro's first meal as a free man.

[throughbamboo]

[he rocks with it, squeezing his leg again]

First breakfast, anyway. Unless ya ain't countin' last night.

[doggonemad]

Last night don't count. Lawyers were still lawyerin'.

[throughbamboo]

Ain't they still lawyerin'?

[doggonemad]

Officially, yeah.

Unofficially, it's pretty much a done deal.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods slowly, taking that in. Like it's starting to register that no actually, he won't have to go back]

. . . ya really got 'em workin' hard.

[doggonemad]

With what I pay 'em? S'the least they can do.

[throughbamboo]

[another slow nod as he finishes off the pastry in his hand]

Not a bad first meal at all, then. Seein' as it might actually be the first.