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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[throughbamboo]

[he doesn't expect to hear any yelling or raised voices, because Nishida's a smart one. And if Majima knows he's pissed, well - what he did say when he laid into him must've gotten through at least a little.

When the door closes Saejima pushes to his feet to join him in the kitchen]

[doggonemad]

Got enough shit here fer us ta lay low for at least a couple've days. If we need any more takeout, we can give Minami a call.

[ he's already sorting through the groceries, putting them away haphazardly. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he reaches over to pull the bag away, while pushing the takeout towards him]

Hm, gotcha. Go sit down and eat, I'll put this stuff away.

[doggonemad]

I ain't an invalid, bro. I can put shit away.

[throughbamboo]

[he shrugs as he unpacks the bag]

I ain't tryin' to treat ya that way.

[doggonemad]

Yer the one that just got outta prison. I should be spoilin' you.

[ he does start to actually put more care into putting things away, at least. ]

[throughbamboo]

I broke out to find out what happened to ya, that ain't the same as gettin' out, bro.

[does he know where any of this goes, no, is he just opening cabinets and shit until he finds the right spot, yes]

[doggonemad]

[ where is the right spot? yes. ]

Whatever. Yer out now.

[throughbamboo]

[an effort is being made]

If ya wanna spoil me, then ya can do it by lettin' me take care of ya.

[doggonemad]

[ that makes him pause, hand hovering over a can. ]

. . .

Still ain't a good patient, even after all these years.

[throughbamboo]

[he also pauses, glancing over]

. . . ain't surprised, some things don't ever change.

I still remember how to deal with ya.

[doggonemad]

[ sighs, picking up the takeout and taking it over to the other side of the counter, sitting down on a bar stool. ]

Yer lucky I'm fuckin' exhausted.

[throughbamboo]

[good. He'll continue to put things away, attempting some organization, but]

Heh. I'd get my way even if ya weren't.

[doggonemad]

You don't know that.

[ he would. ]

[throughbamboo]

Keep tellin' yourself that.

[he knows]

[doggonemad]

Whatever. Better hurry up 'fore I eat all've this.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah, yeah, I'm almost done.

[he's taking his time, eat as much as you want, bro]

[doggonemad]

[ despite his teasing, he isn't eating too much. he's just sort of picking at it as he watches Saejima quietly. ]

[throughbamboo]

[when he finishes up and gets rid of the bags, he takes a seat at the counter with him]

[doggonemad]

[ pushes the container towards him. ]

S'good.

[throughbamboo]

[he will . . . try to eat some, if only to humor Majima]

Thought y'were gonna eat it all.

[doggonemad]

Felt benevolent an' shit.

[throughbamboo]

[he snorts softly]

That what it was? Real kind of ya, bro.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, yeah. I'm a goddamn saint.

[ a goddamn saint who's . . . pretty much eaten as much as he's going to for now. ]

[throughbamboo]

Yer somethin'.

[he takes a few more bites himself, but that's all he can manage]

That all yer gonna eat?