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[theyregooddogs]

[whenever they are both up to functioning]

What's your plan for tonight?

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[theyregooddogs]

[you fucking did it!!!!!]

Are you thinking of killing?

[afailedmurder]

I've been thinking about killing the whole time.

[sighs]

...But I don't know. Probably not. Right now, it doesn't even feel worth the effort.

[theyregooddogs]

. . . Do you want to let yourself be killed?

[afailedmurder]

...No. I'm not that weak.

But it might be satisfying to make someone kill me.

[theyregooddogs]

Someone who isn't Akira?

[afailedmurder]

[doesn't answer]

[theyregooddogs]

Please . . . —Don't.

[afailedmurder]

[looks up at him, a little surprised, before dropping his head again]

Ah... n-no, I won't. I think I'll simply rest tonight. This has all been extremely... tiring.

[theyregooddogs]

[still crouched down, head low, just weighing options for a beat]

Alright . . . You can, um, have Baxter? If you want. Or I have bourbon.

[idk??]

[afailedmurder]

I always thought people who drank were the most pathetic...

[sure does sound like he's considering it, though]

Well, either way, I'd be glad for Baxter's company.

[theyregooddogs]

They can be. But it can help clear the fog, in moderation.

[scooping up the sleepy puppy and putting him on the bed, work your magic]

[afailedmurder]

[idly pets]

I suppose... I wouldn't refuse, if you wanted to leave it here.

[theyregooddogs]

Not too convincing. Baxter is enough, this time.

[afailedmurder]

[sighs. but maybe a little relieved? there are still some levels upon which he is still just a kid]

...Yes, that's probably for the best.

[theyregooddogs]

Get some rest. Drop him off whenever you're ready.

[afailedmurder]

...Thank you.

[Will Graham you are the nicest adult I have ever met]

[theyregooddogs]

[and that's really sad, shrugging as he tries to figure out a response and goes with . . . making his exit, going to close the door behind him]