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[When he enters the Plane he looks pretty ill about it. Either the trip made him woozy or it was whatever booze and/or pills he had consumed earlier that was making the trip feel like he was at sea. He slipped about on the floor, stumbling around in his underwear as he tried to get his bearings.]

Ooooh...Ohhhh...dat's space. [He fell onto all fours by accident, forehead against the floor-not-floor.] I'm pretty sure that that's--yeh, dat's space. I can tell, I know what space looks like. I can't believe I did it, like I-- [He swallows thickly, like he might be sick, but he manages to tap it down and get back to his feet.] Eugh...gettin'...gettin' space sick, heh. I discovered space walkin' and space sickness, shit, if I wasn't the richest fucker in the world already I'd be-- [He gets distracted by staring at a particularly nice and swirly galaxy, then he looks down at his empty hands.] Oh . . . oh no . . . I dropped the ham somewhere. That was good ham. Gaht it frahm the fridge.

[He turns as if to double back to look for his deli meat, but he only half turns and merely starts off down another direction, mumbling to himself.] Lookit me, m'in space. Pickles he drummer. Pickles the space drummer. Gaht to space by fuckin' magic. Heh, I'm fuckin' magic here, wait till I tell the odders, they'll be so--so jealous. I'll eat that ham in front of 'em as I tell 'em and they'll be all... [He stops, one arm akimbo and the other scratching his scalp.] Where the fuck did I drop my ham, gahdammit.

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[His head lolls more toward Nathan now, his smirk even wider at Nathan's telltale maternal side.

Yew spoil the shit outta him, yanno that?

[He looks to the side, away from Pickles, clearly caught in something truthful that he's totally going to deny.]

I do not. I have never. Once. Spoiled Toki.

Heh, reet, must be thinkin' of someone else that spoils the shit outta him. [Drunken beat of silence.] Hey. Hey, Nathan. Hey.

What?

Hey, Nathan.

...Yeah?

Will yew buy me ice cream.

Sure? I mean, I guess. Should I, I not be buying you ice cream or something.

[Man he just has to buy everyone ice cream. This is his life. Gettin' ice cream.]

Nah, jest wanted to see if yew would, heh. [Points at him again, urgently.] But that doesn't mean yew can't back out now!

[A very low sort of grumble as he gets pointed at.]

But just once! Because you know, if I take you to get ice cream, and you know someone notices, that means everyone will want to go get ice cream and then that's gonna to be our whole day. [A beat.] Trying to get ice cream.

Yey, secret ice cream trip. [He claps his hands once before they fall heavily into his lap and he resumes his lazy, drunk slouching, but a pleased grin on his face.] Fuckin' love ice cream. Might get me some rocky road. Or bubblegum. Definitely get some fuckin', yanno, sprinkles on there. You like sprinkles?

Uhhhhhhh. It depends on what kind we're talking about, I guess? Is it like, rainbow sprinkles or chocolate sprinkles?

[This is a serious fucking question here. There is totally a huge difference in the two types of sprinkles.]

[And you're going to have a serious fucking answer back. Pickles slowly narrowed his eyes, as if feeling this situation out, and said in a flat tone betraying no emotion or favor:]

Rainbow.

[This one is tough. Nathan in fact leans somewhat back on the couch, furrowing his brows in deep thought on this. This is some serious fucking business territory here and it does not warrant a hasty reply.]

Fuck. Uh. Okay, okay, I think I got this. If it's anything that already has chocolate in it. You have to go rainbow. That is. My answer.

[Pickles leaned back, too, slowly, but because his mind was just then well and truly blown. He uttered a low and drawn out "whoaaaah" as he did so.]

I never thaught aboot it like that, Nate. That's, like, really, really smart. Jeez.... Wow.

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alas the notifs/tags that get drowned under shitheads on youtube.

:( it's okay we're still cool

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