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Sep. 6th, 2015 02:12 am
buildsfriends: (freckles can't talk)
[personal profile] buildsfriends



"HELLO.

I would like...ten sandwiches. Some of them are for frien- one of them is for friends.

Please make them the long kind. THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT."

Date: 2015-12-09 12:19 am (UTC)
bestsword: me (with that you'd call me a liar)
From: [personal profile] bestsword
[Tucker's astounded to simply watch Caboose for now. Watch him float like it's the most natural thing in the world and he's done it his whole life. Of course Caboose would get his powers swapped and get something cool.]

You know, as a matter of fact, I did. We'll go with that.
Edited Date: 2015-12-09 12:24 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-12-10 01:07 am (UTC)
bestsword: me (at 300 I was concerned)
From: [personal profile] bestsword
Yeah, I'm glad Donut's not here for that.

[Because he knows what it would devolve into and he's not in the mood. But then a ring is shoved in his face and he leans away, just a few inches, so he can refocus his suit's cameras on it properly. Doesn't know what the insignia means or what group it goes to.]

Great job. Really. Wait, what alien did you get it from?

Date: 2015-12-15 05:11 am (UTC)
bestsword: (pic#9732074)
From: [personal profile] bestsword
Oh my god.

[Tucker would rub at his face if he had a face to rub. As it is, he just settles for resting his head in his hands.]

I saw your armor. I think the alien whose powers you got has your armor and he's fine, just --

Why were you in space?

Date: 2015-12-27 05:56 am (UTC)
bestsword: me (with that you'd call me a liar)
From: [personal profile] bestsword
What?

[Tucker got lost a moment, processing information, cataloging it with new - whatever it is he has that's pulling websites and knowledge from internet sources and this is already a mess in his head but he tries - tries - to focus on Caboose in front of him.]

To space? No, thanks, enjoying it right here on Earth while we can.

Date: 2015-12-28 03:00 am (UTC)
bestsword: me (our rock jams we'll reign supreme)
From: [personal profile] bestsword
What? No!

[But god he wishes he was. He leans back, enough so Caboose isn't directly in his face. Helmet. Whatever.]

And since when have I cared what's rude or what you like or don't like?

Date: 2015-12-31 05:27 am (UTC)
bestsword: me (this morning at the dog park)
From: [personal profile] bestsword
Yeah, see, the thing about that is I would, but I kinda don't feel like it.

[Can't. Won't. Same difference.]

And you talked to Church and Tex all the time back in Blood Gulch, no problem.

Date: 2016-01-06 12:41 am (UTC)
bestsword: me (murdering all of my other friends)
From: [personal profile] bestsword
[RudER.] Great. Thanks.

And this is how you make friends, huh.

Date: 2016-01-09 08:30 pm (UTC)
bestsword: me (in savoring sleep)
From: [personal profile] bestsword
I didn't ask you to! I just wanted to know you weren't destroying half the city or something! ['Please don't be lying down in a ditch half dead, Caboose, it would worry us all'.]

Clearly you're not, so now I'm worried about whoever got your armor.