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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[throughbamboo]

Ya wanted me to stay with ya, this is what ya get.

[doggonemad]

I know. I must be a fuckin' masochist.

[throughbamboo]

Must be. Just remember that when yer complainin' later.

[doggonemad]

[ reaches over and shoves at him lightly.

so, like, it does nothing, but it's the thought that counts. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he grins a bit at that.

And doesn't budge, because of course not]

[doggonemad]

Fuck, you're like a brick wall.

[ settles back in, his elbow brushing against Saejima's lightly. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he doesn't glance down, just very lightly bumps back]

Might've heard that once or twice.

[doggonemad]

Just that? Tch.

[ he's slowly, slowly getting comfortable again. ]

[throughbamboo]

Yer the only one who thinks to complain 'bout it.

[doggonemad]

Huh. Guess that means I gotta do it loud enough for e'ryone.

[throughbamboo]

Y'think that'll get other people to complain?

[doggonemad]

Sure. I got charisma.

[throughbamboo]

Ya got somethin', that's for sure.

[doggonemad]

Ain't lost it!

[throughbamboo]

. . . nah, ya haven't.

[there's a brief, fond look]

Whatever it is.

[doggonemad]

[ oh, that's. something.

anyway. ]

. . . I should drag my ass back to bed.

[throughbamboo]

[he hums a little in agreement]

Ya should try to get some real rest.

[doggonemad]

I ain't the only one who should.

[throughbamboo]

I'll try if yer tryin'.

[doggonemad]

I'm tryin'. Look, I ain't smellin' like shit anymore.

[ with a wince, he pushes himself up. ]

[throughbamboo]

[after a moment, he slowly pushes to his feet as well]

Prob'ly be harder to rest if ya did.

[doggonemad]

Ya get used ta it after awhile.

[throughbamboo]

[. . .

He doesn't say the first couple of things that come to mind. He makes a noncommittal noise]

True enough.

Go rest, bro.

[doggonemad]

[ waves a hand dismissively and drags himself off to the master bedroom.

he's going to just flop down on his bed, face first into a pillow. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he'll grab his coat to bring it into - well, his room, not guest room as he keeps trying to think of it as.

He sits on the bed, in the middle and crosslegged, while he waits for the exhaustion to truly kick in]