[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.]
[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.]
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That sounds great!
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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?
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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.]