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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[throughbamboo]

[a little ruefully]

That might be more likely.

[doggonemad]

Nothin' wrong with that.

[throughbamboo]

Hn. Ain't used to havin' space.

[doggonemad]

. . .

S'really weird at first.

[throughbamboo]

[he glances over]

Yeah?

[doggonemad]

[ still staring up at the ceiling. ]

Yeah. S'like . . . what the hell am I doin' with all this shit? I don't need this. But it ain't about needin' it.

[throughbamboo]

What's it about, then?

[doggonemad]

It's about . . . I dunno how ta describe it. Just lookin' 'round an' goin' — this is my place, an' I deserve it.

[throughbamboo]

[he considers that, nodding slowly]

Y'earned it.

[doggonemad]

Right. Do I need all this space? Naw. I lived in a shithole of a studio for years in the nineties, before I became a patriarch. But did I earn it? Hell yeah.

[throughbamboo]

Think ya more than earned it.

But I get it.

[doggonemad]

Ya've done yer time, too. An' 'sides, we stick together, right?

[throughbamboo]

We stick together.

. . . heh. Now who's bein' soft?

[doggonemad]

It's your fault.

[throughbamboo]

My fault? I didn't do nothin'.

[doggonemad]

[ lolls his head over so he's looking at him now. ]

Yanno exactly what ya did.

[throughbamboo]

[he looks back, straight face]

And that'd be?

[doggonemad]

Bein' yer wholeass self.

[throughbamboo]

Well, it was yer fault earlier, so we're even.

[doggonemad]

Bah. Fine.

[throughbamboo]

'Sides, thought we agreed ya need it. Means ya can be soft, too.

[doggonemad]

Don't feel right.

[throughbamboo]

That's 'cuz yer thinkin' too hard 'bout it.

[doggonemad]

I gotta think about it, bro. I got the whole Majima Family ta think about.

[throughbamboo]

I ain't tellin' ya to stop thinkin', 'specially not 'bout yer boys.

Just sayin', you can think 'bout yourself too.