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[bloodandbrass]

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[bloodandbrass]

i'd believe it.

[ that might be a joke. might. ]

[hardlydead]

Yeah? Scare people off a lot that way do you?

[bloodandbrass]

i try not to. you could always ask around.

[hardlydead]

Sure, I'll just walk up to the campfire and ask.
"Anyone round here been fucking Chuckles? Don't be shy. Scary dick or not?"

Everyone'll be climbing over eachother to tell me the details.

[bloodandbrass]

you might be surprised.

[ even so, the idea almost makes evan laugh, even if david's still using that goddamned nickname. ]

they probably won't guess what you went out looking for.

[hardlydead]

[ david very nearly fires off a retort that he didn't exactly meet the bar before his brain catches up and reminds him he'd really prefer not to ever bring up the topic of milking with trapper ever again. let along start writing checks his ass can't cash. or maybe it could, but he doesn't want to find that out either. ]

None of their business, is it? Just like what they're doing is none of mine.

[bloodandbrass]

maybe not. but they ain't the ones who'll be the problem eventually.

[ he considers for about two seconds whether he should ask the next question or not, then figures: what does he have to lose? it's not like they even tolerate each other. ]

you thinking about coming back out?

[hardlydead]

Dunno. Haven't thought about it.

[ a lie on multiple fronts, but this is exactly the kind of thing he's good at lying about. ]

[bloodandbrass]

i'll keep an eye out, then.

[ not to say he'll stop setting up traps or anything, but maybe david won't be kill on sight as often. because that wasn't an outright no, not gonna - he'll take a maybe for a maybe. ]

didn't expect you to be the kissing type.

[ that one's just aimed. ]

[hardlydead]

[ if he had a drink he definitely would've sputtered. ]

No?
[ and before he can stop himself ]
What type did you think I was?

[bloodandbrass]

figured you'd fight a lot more. that i'd have to put you down by force before you'd let me fuck you.

[ that's not a complaint, though. ]

[hardlydead]

[ david, meanwhile, is extremely mad about the fact that that's kind of hot to him. ]

Guess your lucky day was me being just sober enough to know I was too drunk to do anything except concuss myself.

[ not untrue, but it really is only a small part of it. but he's really not about to come out and admit he got hit with such intense gay panic that he didn't know what else to do. ]

[bloodandbrass]

[ hey man just throw the first punch and - ]

because you won all the fights where you were stone cold sober.

[hardlydead]

That's different.
Figured it'd take me a few go arounds to get you anyway. Ain't like running and getting stabbed keeps you in fighting form.

[bloodandbrass]

can't argue with that.

i ain't going anywhere.

[hardlydead]

Well aware of that. Too busy making sure nobody tresspasses to go anywhere else.

[ maybe you wouldn't be so confused where people keep finding shit if you left home once in a while just saying ]

[bloodandbrass]

if you morons kept your asses off my property, that might be different.

[ outside of the times he, you know, invites people to do so in order to fight and/or kill (or fuck). so it's at least partly a problem of his own creation. ]

[hardlydead]

Maybe you should stop inviting me over if you hate me being there so much.

[bloodandbrass]

is that gonna make a difference in how often you show up to piss me off?

[hardlydead]

Be there for you less often, sure.
Your roomie still has a cupboard full of wine though. Kinda hard to resist.

[bloodandbrass]

you steal her shit, i don't give a fuck. just don't get drunk on my property after.

[hardlydead]

Can't promise that.

[bloodandbrass]

so you can't promise you won't start texting me for action again, either.

[hardlydead]

I'd say it's pretty unlikely.

[bloodandbrass]

sure.

[ he kept that last text, for what it's worth. just because ]

kick her shit in and i might ignore the next time you steal something.