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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[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.

[doggonemad]

What the fuck, bro.

[ but he changes the channel a few times until he finds something appropriately stupid. ]

[throughbamboo]

I'll explain in a sec.

[bless Nishida for tossing tea in with the shit he brought.

After a few minutes, he brings over a mug and holds it out as he takes a seat next to him] Here.

[doggonemad]

[ takes it . . . ]

Thanks?

[throughbamboo]

[he snorts, briefly smiling a bit]

When we were kids, Yasuko'd wake up in the middle of the night sometimes. Lil' kid nightmares, or she'd have ones 'bout the doctor, stuff like that.

Could never get back ta sleep, so we'd do somethin' like this. I'd make her tea an' we'd sit up watchin' stupid shit like late night gameshows.

[doggonemad]

[ his expression softens at that. ]

. . . Same thing, huh.

[throughbamboo]

Same thing.

[doggonemad]

[ slowly starts to settle in next to him. ]

Huh.

[throughbamboo]

Think she grew outta it by the time you started stayin' over with us.

[doggonemad]

Makes sense. Good for her.

[throughbamboo]

That scrawny kid scared 'em away for all I know.

[doggonemad]

[ casually flips him the bird. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he grins at that]

Drink yer tea, bro.

[doggonemad]

[ sips it petulantly, with a small smile. ]

[throughbamboo]

[that's much better already. He settles back with a hum]

There's one more thing, but I got one of my boys bringin' it by.

[doggonemad]

Yer really goin' all out on this distraction, bro.

[throughbamboo]

[he shrugs a bit]

Think ya need somethin' like this more'n a fight, 'sall.

[doggonemad]

Me needin' somethin' more'n a fight . . . that's sad.

[throughbamboo]

[he shakes his head]

Ain't sad. If ya think ya still need one later, I'll give ya one.

[doggonemad]

Holdin' ya to that.