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[doublesmall]

-yeah, alright.

[he'll get it lit, while marshmallow sniffs curiously at baren and that bag, curious. what is it! is it for him!!]

Marshmallow, sit. Leave him alone for a minute.

[crudest]

[it is NOT for marshmallow

but baren will just snort faintly at that, dropping the bag by the fireplace as he waits for chuuya - and then he'll go ahead and reach out when marshmallow sniffs at him. baren may or may not kiiiinda smell a bit like a blood. just a little bit. aaand then he's going to go and lock the door to chuuya's office,]

I'll leave in an hour or two.

[just so chuuya knows baren isn't like. staying here forever.]

[doublesmall]

That's probably best, yeah.

[he doesn't expect baren to stay, considering how this whole situation looks...

marshmallow whines softly at the way he smells, but he doesn't shy away; baren still smells like himself, after all.]

Going to talk about it, or...?

[crudest]

[baren hums thoughtfully at that, before moving to scratch behind marshmallow's ears and lets his own forehead bow against the dog's]

Guys who can't take no for an answer really are the least attractive kind, right?

[obviously just a non-sequitur]

[doublesmall]

Mm. They really are-- can't say I care much for them.

[or for anything that accidentally happens to them? who cares about those guys.

chuuya settles on the edge of his desk, there, watching as marshmallow enjoys the attention.]

[crudest]

That's because you are one of them.

[BAREN

but no he's just joking around, giving marshmallow pets as he waits for the fire to start up a bit more confidently - he's waiting for a proper blaze before he takes care of what he needs to apparently]

[doublesmall]

Oi, oi-- this is my office, you know? If I don't get any respect here, I'm really in trouble.

[his tone's light enough in response too, because yeah, he knows baren isn't serious...]

[crudest]

Oh? Are you going to try and tell me what to do, boss man?

[baren's being sketchy as fuck and they're flirting i really wish this wasn't how their threads went]

[doublesmall]

I might later. It's not like we haven't used handcuffs before.

[BAREN STARTED IT]

[crudest]

[HE WAS JUST MAKING FUN OF CHUUYA AND THEN THIS HAPPENED

he seems like he's thinking about it, unfortunately]

Hm... Screwing the boss in his office is a fantasy for some people, isn't it?

[for

some people

anyway the fire'S LOOKING BETTER NOW, SO BAREN'S GOING TO GET UP NOW AND HEAD IN THAT DIRECTION]

[doublesmall]

Not in front of the dog, and not if you're burning body parts or something. Stinking up the place is a real mood killer.

[fucking hate it.

anyway he's watching to see what the heck baren is actually burning.]

[crudest]

Just let Marshall out.

[don't do that, i don't like the way that this thread is heading

anyway baren is going to take the bag in hand and just

toss it into the fireplace. the entire thing.

probably not body parts]

[doublesmall]

We'll see.

[you STARTED THIS Dana]

But you know, if you're putting shit in my fireplace, I feel like I ought to know what it is.

[crudest]

Everything you've ever left behind at my place.

[no

he does grab the fireplace poker though to nudge the bag around, watching the flames lick at the fabric and burning it up.]

Just some old clothes that don't suit me anymore.

[doublesmall]

[i could only dodge the curse for so long.

chuuya watches it burn, though, with a thoughtful little hum.]

Not your color anymore, huh? And here I thought you could pull off anything.