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[The message gets left on read for a long while.]

I'm okay. Not in Trojan, so.

I don't hate you.

I'm sorry.

well shit thats something
we really fucked this up huh?

[ Another long pause, then- ]

im sorry you had to deal with my shit man

It's my fault anyway.
Wouldn't have happened if I wasn't stupid. Should've let you go and got my head on straight first. It was just

~~i liked feeling happy~~
~~you felt so good and i wa~~
~~it was nice not thinking too~~

nice.

[Gil nearly throws his phone in frustration at how many times he rewrites that sentence. It just didn't feel like enough.]

yeah
nice

[ Well, this was uncomfortable. Bugsy stared at his phone for a good, long while. 'nice' was the sort of thing that preceded 'and I don't want to see you again', in his experience, and for a minute he just wanted to cut Gil off at the pass, end it here, save whatever was left of his heart.
But...
The two of them together had been something so raw and animal, but more than that, too. Maybe it was because of Gil's weird empathy thing being active, but he felt, more than he ever had, like he got Gil, and that it was too late to cut him off. He'd stared right into the eyes of the Beast, and he was already too fond of what he'd seen. Bugsy heaved a breath. No way was he showing his ass by getting sappy or anything, but he tapped out- ]

if you want
i wouldnt mind doing that again after you sort your shit out

[ And then promptly placed his phone outside his bedframe-den, as to not have to see the response. ]

[Gil's already buried his face in his hands, from the belated realisation that just sending back 'nice' was in fact a horrible response; so his phone going off makes him startle violently, and he reaches for it way too fast. Thank fuck he was hiding a few blocks over so there's no chance Bugsy will see him tear up from how utterly overwhelming the relief is in his chest. Or how he has to take a moment to lie out fully on his back and take a few deep breaths, so he stops trembling again.

The return message comes back fairly quickly, all things considered. Sap, meet sentimental.]

I'm okay for that. I'll let you know when I've got this handled.

[--and then shortly after:]

Fuck this is gonna make movie nights so fucking weird now.

youre telling me
were gonna need to sit like 5 ft apart
like were middle schoolers on a date being told to leave room for jesus
fuck lets just get some separate couches while were at it

Oh my god you fucking baby
Coda and I tested it, fucking thick sleeves mostly solve the issue.
I can just wrap both of you in a blanket and problem solved.

...I'm gonna go buy some gloves actually. [He's gonna get up and do that while he remembers.]

WHERE IS THE ROOM FOR JESUS GIL
WHERE DOES JESUS GET TO SIT

[ He snickered to himself for a moment, before adding- ]

ill make sure to wear long sleeves around the house
and get black leather gloves

JESUS CAN SIT IN THE DAMN CAR WHILE THE ADULTS ARE TALKING

[But hey, it made him laugh, so good job Bugsy.]

Honestly I can start wearing jackets and shit, it's fine. They're all on sale, if we were actually bothering to pay for things right now, I'll be set for the next few months.

shit i shouldve thought of that 
how else is he meant to take the wheel?

[ Boo, Bugsy, boo. ]

... next few months?
you mean when it gets hotter than it already has been?
shit man your funeral

fuck me we're on America time aren't we

sure fuckin seems like it
sorry buddy

Welp

Guess I'd better go steal a bunch of razors and just shave the fuck down so I can wear clothes and not fucking DIE

dude
you have to let me help you shave
i want to see what it looks like
like if youre all wrinkly under there like a hairless cat
plus i already have my shaving kit with me
save you having to buy shitty razors

[That should not be as tempting as it is. He's gonna dissect whether he actually wants to do it or if he just wants to be touched later.]

Maybe after we get that whole Thing sorted.

I'm gonna get some shears for real, though, my mane's due for a trim. I don't wanna blunt your kit on that.

all jokes aside i can help with that
if you help me fix up my hawk that is
im getting fuzzy again and i cant be fucked fucking around with the back of my head

Yeah, course. I used to do the back of my own head Before, I'm pretty good with razors, clippers, all that shit. Dunno if you saw my human doppelganger at all, but high-top dreads used to be my thing.

[He's glad he's getting the gloves, now.]

Edited 2021-05-12 00:40 (UTC)

shit should i have?
that sounds cute as fuck
i just always used to be around someone who knew how to use clippers
i can do the back of my own head its just annoying
plus it means i get to just bliss out and enjoy it yknow?

I'll show you photos later, I saved some from my old Facebook.
I'll be back in like, less than an hour.

[It still takes him the better part of that hour to get his supplies and get back to Trojan, but when he does he's got a pair of leather gloves on already (and they look stupid with the singlet and cut-off jeans), and a plastic bag with a fresh set of clippers and just. So many fucking shears, you guys. Those had been the hardest thing to find, proper ones that could handle his fur.

When he pushes the door open, his ears crook back a little automatically as anxiety starts flooding his stomach. Just because Bugsy texted him that it was okay, doesn't mean he was necessarily telling the truth. Hopefully the hour gave him some time to wind down or prep for whatever he needed to do to not hate Gil still.]

Bugsy? ...Ms Mojo?

This-a-way,

[ Bugsy called from deeper in the store. Gil would find the pair of them in one of Bugsy's boltholes, in a little shelter not unlike the one that he'd set up in the sewer. Ms Mojo was cuddled up in his lap, and Bugsy smiled, but held her closer, didn't indicate he was going to move. ]

Hey.

Hey.

[This was... promising? Gil smiles back, but his ears don't really move from their light fold. He makes no move to approach the bolthole more than he needs to for him to see Bugsy properly, and hopefully vice versa.]

Got you something. Well- two somethings, really, uh.

[He digs through his bag, and pulls out two pairs of black leather gloves; one with fingers and one with them cut off, but those ones look much nicer with their two different textures, and he lobs them into Bugsy's nest.]

Here. Figured since this is my problem you shouldn't have to put yourself out of pocket. Figuratively speaking, I mean, given... everything.

[ Bugsy caught the gloves with one hand, grateful that Gil was keeping some distance. He turned them over in his hand, humming quietly, big buggy eyes only half looking at the gloves themselves- the other half was already considering modifications. ]

You know I only said leather to set up for a fetish joke, right?

[ But he shook his head, experimentally slipping his long spindly fingers in and flexing his hand. ]

These are nice. Never really owned a decent pair like these, I try to avoid anywhere Winter gets too snowy. Ironic, right? Fuckin' Winter courtier who can't handle the cold.

[ A little weakness, as a peace offering. ]

Edited 2021-05-14 07:42 (UTC)

Fine, I'll take them back then.

[Not that he's making any moves to step closer. In fact he's stepped back, grabbing a stray pillow that's made it into the aisle and sitting on it with his back against a display wall. There's a slight twitch of his ears as he lands on a burn, but he just shifts to get comfy.]

I almost got you knit ones, but I was thinking of your aesthetic, you punk jerk. [He snickers though, fondly more than anything else.]

Winter as a weather system fucking sucks though. It's just cold and miserable, and I'm pretty sure part of me wants to hibernate now. So if I pass out in December and don't wake up feel free to snuggle me.

Try and take them from me, and you die.

[ He warned, sliding the other one on and examining it carefully. It'd just take a couple of studs, maybe a little bit of embroidery. But since Gil didn't seem like he was going to actually pursue that, Bugsy was happy to drop it too. ]

I could rock knitted gloves, too. But thanks, man.

[ Still, that made him laugh a little, and he petted Ms Mojo on the head, to get her used to the weird new feeling. ]

Yeah, 'cold and miserable' is kinda our thing. But 's necessary. I'm just kinda like a bird, I go south the second it gets chilly. And if it gets that cold when winter actually comes around, I might fuckin' join you.

[Gil's ears finally unpress a little from his head when Bugsy laughs, and he shuffles down a bit so he can rest his head against the wall too. The cool fake plaster is a nice reprieve against his huge ears, as he smiles faintly.]

I mean if it's getting this hot already and it's barely the ass end of spring, maybe it'll actually snow in winter. [Not that Gil's sure if he's pleased with that or not. He doesn't know how his fur holds up against snow yet.] So we're both gonna be big fuckin' babies. Coda's gonna have to deal with so much sooking from us, it'll be great. Us and Ms Mojo, ultimate blanket pile.

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