for @doggonemad

[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[throughbamboo]

[he doesn't try to stop him, moving his arm to rest on the back of the couch instead. He cracks an eye open to watch him]

[doggonemad]

[ paces for about a minute before stalking off to the balcony. ]

[throughbamboo]

[. . .

He rubs at his face with both hands, muttering out a curse when his neck protests the way he was napping. The balcony gets a long look before he decides fuck it and gets up to follow, though he doesn't step out, just cracks the door open enough to see if he's - well, not all right, but]

Majima?

[doggonemad]

[ he's already lit up a cigarette, staring out at Kamurocho below them. ]

Sorry ta wake ya, bro.

[throughbamboo]

Don't gotta be, 'sfine.

Mind if I join ya, or do ya want some time to yourself?

[doggonemad]

[ considers for a moment.

then nods, taking his cigarettes out and shaking one loose for him. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he steps out and shuts the door behind him, taking the cigarette with a muttered thanks. He digs his lighter out of his pocket to light it]

[doggonemad]

[ nods again, looking back out over the city. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he settles against the railing to look out over the city, near him but not too close]

[doggonemad]

[ he's just gonna stare for awhile, a haunted look in his eye. ]

[throughbamboo]

[after a few drags, he glances over, watching him for a moment]

. . .

What do ya need, bro?

[doggonemad]

. . .

Dunno.

[ normally he goes out and hits something or jumps someone or does any sort of crazy mad dog thing. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he could offer a fight, but that doesn't feel right this time]

. . . what do ya usually do?

[doggonemad]

Fight people. Find someone on the streets or somethin'.

[ so, self destructive shit. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he nods a bit, making an understanding noise]

Does it help?

[doggonemad]

Helps me forget.

[throughbamboo]

[another nod, this one more considering]

So ya need a distraction.

[doggonemad]

. . . Yeah. Somethin' like that.

[throughbamboo]

[he takes one more pull from his cigarette before stubbing it out]

Then I got an idea.

[brb disappearing back into their place]

[doggonemad]

. . . the fuck?

[ he waits, though. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he has! An idea!!

He isn't gone very long, at least. When he returns to the door, he's snapping his phone shut and sticking it in his pocket.

He holds out a hand to him]

C'mon. I need ya to work yer stupid fancy TV.

[what]

[doggonemad]

Haw?

[ but he stubs his cigarette out and steps back inside. ]

[throughbamboo]

Said I had an idea, TV's part of it.

[there's a couple of blankets now tossed on the couch. He makes a gesture towards it and heads into the kitchen. The one thing he knows how to do in here is make tea and boil water and that's what he's doing]

[doggonemad]

Ya just turn it on, it ain't rocket science.

[ picks up the remote and does just that. ]

[throughbamboo]

I tried to find the button on the TV and couldn't, so shaddup.

[said with no heat, ofc] Turn on somethin' stupid, like a gameshow.