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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[doggonemad]

How'm I supposed ta know what ya mean?

[throughbamboo]

. . .

[just looks at him.

This is his bro, a precious dumbass]

[doggonemad]

What?!

[throughbamboo]

Nothin', I already said it.

[doggonemad]

I meant—

[ lets out a strangled noise of annoyance before shifting his position so he can shove at Saejima.

like not enough to actually shove him away of course, that's his warmth in this winter weather. but still. ]

Dick.

[throughbamboo]

[he lets it happen this time, rocking a bit with it with a quiet noise of laughter. His arm shifts with it, but when he settles back it goes right back where it was]

Use yer words, bro.

[doggonemad]

I meant, like. How was I supposed ta know what ya mean? I know now, obviously.

[ huffs, getting comfy under the covers. he really should turn on the heat. or put on a shirt. but both require getting up, so. no. ]

[throughbamboo]

Obviously.

[don't move, you'll let the cold into the sheets]

[doggonemad]

[ getting comfortable is hard!! ]

So that's all.

[throughbamboo]

[he shifts a little, and - it's not a tug or a pull per say and it's brief, but it's a wordless invitation to move closer, if he wants]

I'll be even more obvious 'bout it next time.

[he's teasing now]

[doggonemad]

[ there's a bit of hesitation, but the warmth is too enticing, so he does get closer. ]

Ass.

[throughbamboo]

Yup. Yer fun to tease as always.

[settling his arm a little more around him - . . .

His hand briefly brushes against his back, confirming something he thought he felt earlier, before settling again]

[doggonemad]

[ He feels that brush and tenses slightly before trying to relax.

well. it was bound to happen eventually, with all the fighting and everything else. but he says nothing about it, settling in as well. ]

[throughbamboo]

[it's easy to lean into all the talk about almost being young again, but it's this that snaps him back to reality.

He's quiet while he considers it. And then his hand moves again, repeating the movement]

Can I?

[he doesn't miss the way he tenses, so he's asking]

[doggonemad]

. . . Yeah, okay. Might as well.

[throughbamboo]

[a hum of acknowledgement, and then - he starts moving his hand up and down Majima's back, slow and warm, touching but at the same time, feeling out the scarring there.

The frown on his face deepens with each one he finds]

[doggonemad]

[ There's a lot, needless to say. They're methodical, so clearly not something like when he got stabbed at the batting center or shot out by the wharf. Some are knife marks, others are burns.

Majima does his best to not tense up too much, nnnnot watching him or anything. ]

Yeah. It's rough back there. Thank fuck my guy's a great cover-up artist, because that ink pulls its weight.

[throughbamboo]

[. . .]

Yeah, he's pretty good. Didn't even notice when we were fightin'.

[it's because there's so much that it stops him from asking right away. If it were just a couple then he wouldn't hesitate, but . . . he can tell these aren't from any fights]

[doggonemad]

Hard ta notice unless ya get real close. Or get yer hands on my back for whatever reason.

[ he's already internally bracing himself for the question he does not want to answer. ]

[throughbamboo]

An' not a lot of folks can get that close.

[his fingers brush over one of the burns, and it's clear on his face he's trying to figure out how it got there, the logistics of it happening in a brawl or something like it.

He waits until he can catch Majima's eye to talk again]

Y'know I wanna ask.

[doggonemad]

Then yanno I ain't gonna answer. S'all ancient history at this point.

[throughbamboo]

It's yer history.

[doggonemad]

Yeah? It is my history.

[throughbamboo]

[his hand doesn't stop, but it becomes something less exploratory, just moving over his back now]

Wouldn't care if it was anyone else's.

[doggonemad]

[ oh.

there's a pause before he sighs, considering. ]

. . . bro. Ya really don't wanna know.