for @doggonemad

[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[doggonemad]

'Course that's what I want. Fuckin' dumbass.

[throughbamboo]

Maybe I just wanna hear ya say it, dumbass.

[he puts the cigarette to his lips and takes a drag, holding it.

A moment later he lets it out, a heavy sigh with it]

Okay.

[doggonemad]

[ opens his mouth like he's ready to argue, so he seems taken aback when Saejima just agrees.

He then nods once, sharply. ]

Okay. No takin' that back.

[throughbamboo]

I won't. Ya wouldn't let me even if I tried.

[doggonemad]

Nope. Got my big bad lawyer on it already.

[throughbamboo]

Then it looks like yer gettin' what you want.

[a beat]

What we both want.

[doggonemad]

Yeah . . . ?

[throughbamboo]

[he glances over at him]

Yeah. I want to stay with ya.

[doggonemad]

[ He's quiet for a long moment.

And then, he takes the cigarette out of his mouth and stubs it out. ]

. . . soft, like I said.

[throughbamboo]

Mhm. [this time he shrugs easily, taking one last drag before he stubs it out too]

Ya could use some soft.

[doggonemad]

Tch.

[ but he's not . . . arguing with that. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he's expecting a protest, so when it doesn't come he glances back over]

. . . no complaints?

[doggonemad]

. . .

I'm so fuckin' tired, bro.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah . . . I can tell.

[past all the bruising and exhaustion]

[doggonemad]

Good, ya ain't blind, then.

[throughbamboo]

[he watches him for a moment, then with a little more obvious concern]

'Course I ain't. Ya look like shit, bro.

[doggonemad]

. . . yeah. Haven't rested since Sapporo. Ain't showered or shit either, so I probably smell real fuckin' bad.

[throughbamboo]

Ain't no more than how ya usually stink. And ya know that ain't what I mean.

[slowly, he reaches over to pat Majima on the knee, moving in a way where he can see it coming. It's brief and firm, before Saejima pushes to his feet]

C'mon, up.

[doggonemad]

[ nods slowly, pushing himself up, wincing slightly. sitting for a bit only to stand suddenly was maybe not the greatest idea in the world, but he's fine with walking, just sore and achey. ]

[throughbamboo]

[you're a mess bro :( He watches him carefully, much like before, though now it isn't just because of the injuries.

He nods to the way back in]

Let's get ya cleaned up first. Then we'll pick this convo back up.

[doggonemad]

. . . tch. Yeah, yeah.

[ he shoves his hands into his pockets, making his way back in. ]

[throughbamboo]

[are they at Majima's place, probably. He lets Majima lead them back in, since it feels weird to do that at someone else's home. And it's honestly a little weird for him as it is, being here. He keeps expecting see cells, not normal doors]

[doggonemad]

[ they are at Majima's place because it is also Saejima's place, what's his is his bro's.

which is to say, it's a big fuckin' penthouse with more shit than either of them could ever need, including multiple bathrooms. Majima trudges off towards the master bedroom, where there's a nice big bathroom waiting. ]

This way.

[throughbamboo]

[he doesn't think he'll ever get used to just how big Majima's place is. A few steps barely gets them in the door, where he's used to that bringing him most of the way across his living space. And normally where he'd pause in a doorway to stay out of the way, it isn't necessary here.

He still does it, though]

[doggonemad]

[ well, as he goes through the bedroom, he shrugs off his snakeskin jacket and tosses it onto the bed. that can be dealt with later. and if he's looking pretty rough underneath it, well, duh.

After that, he heads into the master bath and starts running the water. ]