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ayo can someone tell me the fuck is goin on?? woke up feelin like i spent a week on a bender, on a pile of socks in the woods, an' im comin back in wid the things i had wid me an some bitch whisperin in my ear (i think that was you-know-who yo, but it got quiet) an then i meet me????

an i go aye you cant be me cuz im me and he TRIED TO KILL ME? I THINK?

or like really aggro play or some shit i dunno i went hey hey HEY cause he made me drop my mole friend and my blueberry shard thing that i dunno where i got but bro was real intent on rippin me a new asshole jus cuz i came outta the woods!!

i get it yo im stinky but also the fuck is goin on?!?!

josh come get me im scared :(

[ No, he's not, but he's trying to find the humor in this weird ass situation. ]

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[ Honestly, the offer is tempting. He's peeked in on Beat's memories before, and what he's seen has made him feel warm in a way he hasn't felt in a long, long time. And that was just the generic stuff, not entirely romantic. He can only imagine...

But then Beat's paws are taking his own, and Josh pauses, fingers stilling under those big, warm pads. And he listens - really listens - to Beat's words of assurance. It's good to know that he has this option, it really is. However... ]

No.

[ It's short and sweet, more used as a means to make Beat stop than anything. Beat may recognize this as... very similar to Composer mode, in a way. All business and no play. ]

I'm not doing this because I don't want it. I'm asking because I'm-- Mm.

[ How to phrase this... ]

... I'm trying to understand how it worked. You've been through this. I haven't. If you know me, you recall my... hesitation, in all of this, don't you? I'm simply trying to find the best way to navigate. What works, what doesn't.

[ He angles his eyes down, at the big paws enclosing his thin fingers, and keeps them there. ]

I don't want you thinking that I'm uninterested. If I was, I wouldn't have let it go as far as it did before you ran away. I know what I want. But I want to make sure that I do this in a way that doesn't make me undermine myself.

[ The no makes his ears go up and his muzzle close on his tongue. He's paying attention, even if he looks dorky while doing it with the tip bleeping out. He listens as Josh tries to explain how he feels, and how he wants to go about it.

Give him a second as the words filter through the Beat-processing Center, and then he nods. ]

You interested, but you don' wanna do it in a way that makes it feel forced fer you. Or like you tryina fill shoes that ain't quite yers? But hmm... I can't really say how it worked, 'cuz heh... you know how my brain works.

[ Things deemed unimportant get filed lower. While Josh and Neku and Nanami and Shoka are all filed high, so everything related to them is clearer, the exact HOW of his relationship with Josh, the process behind it, what things happened. They sort of got left to the wayside.

Because the important thing was it was happening. ]

Dig away, yo. I already toldchu I trustchu wid my brain, an' that ain't changed jus' 'cuz I went an' peed on trees fer two months.

[ To that, Josh nods. That's a good way to put it. Beat understands - he knew he would. Beat has the emotional intelligence for it. Meanwhile, he feels like he's fishing in a barrel with dynamite. Even just attempting could backfire horribly... and yet he's attempting anyway. ]

That's it exactly. It wouldn't be genuine if I forced it, and it wouldn't be fair to you, either.

[ He can hear that brain working, though. Hear those thoughts. He's more likely to find important things, this he knows - that's the case with most people. But here, knowing that he's important enough to be lifted to the top along with the others...

Nodding again, Josh keeps his hands right where they are in Beat's paws, eyes briefly unfocusing as he digs in. It isn't hard to find things, it really isn't. And the fine details aren't there, but...

Kisses. A first date. Running together as squirrels, stealing a hot dog, stealing... other things, oh dear. Late nights spent up talking. The wrapping paper tube fight in the kitchen. Being spun wildly out of control in a literal downward spiral that could have killed both of them if not for the last second parting.

... mm. He's beginning to see a path. Not an easy one, he's going to have to do some clearing, but the beginnings are there. This all could be his. This all is already his, if he can dig through his own head enough. ]

I think I have some ideas.

[ All the jewels buried in the back yard. Beat threatening Josh with the pool because he lied about his birthday. Getting a crafted iris in glass. Holding his hand while he changed in the tub. Breaking his fourth card in half and giving one half to Josh.

The comment makes him smile, tail thumping softly against the bench he was sitting on for grooming. ]

You always do.

[ He curls Josh's hands together, pressing them with his. ]

An' I know you wanna but I still say no rush. Shit flows the way it flows, yo. Also, it gonna suck 'cuz I know you hate it, but communication. [ Teasing. ] Consent is fuckin' hot. [ NOT teasing. ]

[ Ew. Communication. But, in this case... he can make an exception. Maybe. Try, at the very least. Still, he sighs dramatically, shaking his head in mock-defeat. ]

Consent to what, exactly? You still haven't made me boobielays.

[ Though, this time, he can't keep the smirk off of his face. ]

I'm fine with taking it slow. I'd prefer it over the alternative, actually. Let's see where this goes.

Bro! I promise you will get yer babylies!! Gimme like two hours!

[ A playful huff and he shakes his head. ]

Oh, I dunno, yo. Consent fer kisses. For hand holds. For other things. Jus' always lemme know if you want somethin', if you don' want something. Like... can I give yer hand a kiss?

[ He will even return back to human for it. Oops. Naked. Whatever. The man has no body shame, but at least now he has lips. ]

You just came back. You don't have to do it in two hours. I'll take pity on you this time.

[ This time, he says, as if he hasn't before. The request makes him snort out a laugh, and he holds out his hand like some kind of royalty expecting the royal rings to be kissed in fealty. Beat's nudity is ignored - he thinks he may be becoming used to it at this point. ]

You can. But you're brushing your teeth before kissing anywhere else.

Oh yeah nah, yo. My mouth is nasty. S'why only this.

[ And he turns Josh's hand palm upwards instead to lay a little kiss in it, then fold Josh's fingers over the kiss spot. Then squeeze his hand gently and let go, beaming. ]

An' now that I'm clean, time to streak to the Inn an' get dressed an' brush my damn teeth and make you somma the best booziebabies ever.

[ There's something so... tender, so sweet about the gesture that it catches Josh off guard, just a tiny bit. His smile falters for a half second as his fingers are folded over, and even after Beat lets go, he keeps his hand that way. Leaves it slightly lifted instead of letting it fall to his side, like he's holding on to something precious. ]

Since you're back in human form, I could make you a towel, you know. But, if you're that keen on the idea...

[ He shrugs his shoulders. Not his problem if other people get traumatized! It could be entertaining, actually. He turns around, making sure that anything used is back where it belongs so Beat can run along.

But he holds that hand to his chest, when he thinks Beat isn't looking. ]

It's the prisiple of the matter, yo.

[ For a moment he simply sits there and watches as Josh turns, then he heh's and gets up to......... streak out of the bathhouse.

There he goes. He's at least kind enough to hold his hands over himself so no on gets an inadvertent eyeful. Only of booty cheek. ]

IT'S FUCKIN' COOOOoooooooooold....

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