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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[doggonemad]

. . . lil' bit.

[throughbamboo]

[he hums a bit, nodding and turning to make up some ramen]

[doggonemad]

[ slumps back against the couch, just watching him. ]

[throughbamboo]

[thank god for hot water dispensers, so it doesn't take long.

He's making them both some, and soon enough he's carrying it over, holding out one of them to Majima]

[doggonemad]

[ takes it. ]

. . . thanks.

[throughbamboo]

[he sits down, turning more so he can face his bro rather than the TV]

When's the last time ya ate this stuff?

[doggonemad]

Not since '85.

[throughbamboo]

[he pauses, glancing up from his ramen]

Really?

[doggonemad]

Really.

[throughbamboo]

[he considers that, nodding slowly]

. . . gotta go do this properly when we don't gotta lay low anymore, then.

[doggonemad]

Up on top've the batting center?

[throughbamboo]

Mhm. Next time ya drag us there.

[doggonemad]

. . .

Keep yer ass outta prison an', yeah, I'll drag ya there.

[throughbamboo]

Ya told me to stay with ya. So 'm gonna.

[doggonemad]

Alright, then.

[throughbamboo]

[he reaches out with his foot to lightly nudge his knee]

Gotta see if I can still hit more runs than ya, too.

[doggonemad]

[ gives him a little nudge back. ]

Fat chance. I'm still the king.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah? We'll see.

[doggonemad]

We will.

[ eats quietly, occasionally setting his bowl down so he can pick up the tea and sip that. ]

[throughbamboo]

[heh. But he goes quiet to eat as well. It's nice and comfortable, even with the stupid shit on the TV]

[doggonemad]

[ lets his elbow brush against him. ]

[throughbamboo]

[the corner of his mouth lifts and he lightly bumps back]

[doggonemad]

. . .

[ maybe leans a little. maybe. ]

[throughbamboo]

[maybe.

He wants to throw an arm around him, but . . . instead, he just lightly bumps his elbow against him again]

[doggonemad]

[ good call, because the back of his neck is a real sensitive spot right about now. ]

. . . hahh.