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[daintylegs]

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[knaval]

[one night, while he's helping tailgate pack a few more ounces of robot weed into their cookie mixture, something occurs to riptide. something he is surprised hasn't occurred to him before.]

Hey, Tailgate. Do you wanna be my amica?

[daintylegs]

[Tailgate is staring at his hands, which is covered in robot weed cookie dough when Riptide asks the question.]

Um, really??????

[He asks, truly astonished. Tailgate has always been happy about being friends with everyone, but can't imagine that someone would want to be best friends with him.]

Are you sure?

[knaval]

Absolutely. [he's very certain about this, which is a nice new feeling.] I mean-- look at all the crap we do together here anyway! I should've asked ages ago.

[daintylegs]

Wow! I had no idea that you could become Amica just by causing problems on purpose!

I'd love to, Riptide. I don't know the ritual though. Is it long?

[knaval]

Me neither! But it's really fun and I enjoy spending time with you a lot, so I think that means this is the right choice.

[vaguely, he wonders why this has felt so right several times recently, then decides not to think too hard about it. guess it's just how these things go.]

...Uh, I don't either? [guess he wasn't expected to live long enough to have any relationships, so it wasn't in the download packs.] We can just do what mean something to us!

[daintylegs]

Oh that's... oh.

[His optics glow as he bursts into tears, streaks of light billowing from his optics.]

How about we make some cookies without drugs in them and watch a movie together?

[knaval]

[riptide crouches down to scoop tailgate up as he so often does, giving him a big hug and getting that weed dough all over himself, but he could care less.]

That sounds great!

[daintylegs]

[What's the point in being friends if you can't get weed dough on each other? Even if it's magical weed dough.]

What movie do you want to watch? Actually, how about you pick the movie and I'll go grab some more baking stuff from Maccadam's?

[knaval]

Sure. [he gives tailgate another good huggy squeeze then puts him down.] Meet you at mine in 20?

[daintylegs]

Sure thing!

I'll meet you later!

[Without even thinking about the unmade weed cookies that he's leaving behind, Tailgate is off in a flash. He'll stop by the washracks on his way there to scrub off the weed dough though.]