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Rags looks over a sports magazine. He lies in his living room's couch. He flips through the magazine of professional athletes, both of regular looking humans, furry men, and everything in between. Rags stops flipping through to see a professional swimmer, a hippo man, who looks like he could easily walk from one side of the pool to the other without the water bothering him. While Rags is hot, he gets bothered by a knock at his front door, dropping his magazine to the floor.

Rags sits up and looks around, he hides his magazine underneath the couch cushion. He stands up and goes to the door, only expecting maybe a cookie package from his gardener. Rags opens the door, staring at white fluffy feet in black sandles. Rags looks up and stands upright. Goat looks exhausted.

"Hey Goat, how are you?" Rags asks, scratching the back of his head with a questioning expression on his face.

Goat puts a hand over his eyes and says, "Howdy, Dick. I probably shouldn't have walked in the sun all day".

Rags taps his foot, "already with insults?"

"I thought Dick was short for Richard, besides, yours stretches out those short shorts pretty far-"

Rags slams the door once he understands what Goat is talking about. He runs across the house and gets on a large shirt to cover himself up. Rags sighs, doubting Goat will still be there. Rags drags himself back to the front door. Upon opening the door he sees Goat leaning against the wall still covering his eyes.

"Is it safe to look?" Goat asks.

"You could've just told me I had a hard on damn it!" Rags shouts.

Goat removes his hand, "I'll take that as a yes. May I come in?"

"... yes, come on in Gage. I didn't give you my address for nothing. Though you were supposed to get here, if I recall correctly, TOMORROW!"

"I can leave if you-"

"NO, please don't! I just didn't expect you to show up is all. Can I take you to my room? That's where I keep a lot of my stuff anyways".

Goat nods. Rags moves to let Goat in and closes the door for him. Goat follows Rags through his house up to his room. Goat compliments the house being clean. Getting into Rags' room Goat flops himself halfway onto Rags' bed. Rags just chuckles.

"I like lying on my bed like that too", Rags laughs, "nice ass by the way".

"What?" Goat responds, he also crawls deeper onto the bed.

Rags shakes his head, "it's nothing, nothing at all. So you just wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, basically", Goat rolls over onto his back and kicks off his sandles, "had nothing better to do, and Catharine said I should".

"Ah. Do you want to dress up or something?"

"If you have anything I'd like wearing", Goat chuckles.

Rags digs in his closet and brings out a spiked collar, "does this-"

Goat snags the collar, and starts putting it on, "does it look nice?"

Rags blinks, "... you really move fast when you want to. I got a few more peices to go with it".

"Sure thing, I like this punk stuff".

Rags searches his closet, shifting around clothes until he finds pants with a few chains that match the style. He hands over the black pants to Goat, and keeps himself facing the closet, looking for more to go with it. After five more minutes, he finds studded boots and a jacket, producing them from the closet. He watches as Goat takes off his shirt, and wishes to object, but stops himself from doing so. Turning back to the closet he looks for a few more things to finish the outfit.

"Hey Rags", Goat starts to ask, "could I possibly get some socks?"

"Sure, for the boots, right?" Rags asks.

"No, for my horns, what else?"

"Ha ha. Looking for some now".

Goat moves his ears around to deal with the spike studded collar. Rags hands over some socks, but as well fingerless gloves with spiked bracelets on the end. Goat slips on the socks and puts the boots onto his feet. Rags gets a brush and starts styling Goat's fur, to help convey the look. Goat puts on the gloves, and tightens them. Rags brings a black power over to Goat.

"Hey, no!" Goat Objects, "I don't like makeup gels, too cold".

"Oh, no, this is a charcoal powder. It's what I use to darken my hair", Rags explains, "I wanted to darken the underneath of your eyes".

"Well I..." Goat thinks about it, breaths in and sighs, "fine Richard, just do it".

"Thank you", Rags says. Goat closes his eyes, and Rags applies the power.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"Nope, it'll get in your eyes if you do so now".

"Hey, how do you keep this powder out of your right eye?"

"I only put the powder on top, and some of it goes down, sure, but most of it stays out. I've had some fall into my eyes, it burns".

"Good to know".

"OK, done".

Goat stands up, "the boots are kinda heavy".

Rags looks up, "they make you really tall..."

"You're already short, Richard".

"Gage, they make you much taller, you ass!"

Goat pats Rags' head as he says, "yeah, yeah, you're just always short".

"... I uh... you look great like that, maybe later I can paint your horns with nail polish".

"Maybe later", Goat says, clearly unsure if he'd want that.

"Oh, I do have all my gaming stuff here, and a few controllers".

"Alright, I'm down".

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Peppino sits, staring at the doorway. He checks a watch, it's been seven minutes. His employee is taking a while. His heart pounds as the seconds of the watch tick. Seven minutes fifteen seconds. He assures himself his employee is fine. Seven minutes twenty seconds. He assures himself the employee is nearly done. Seven minutes twenty-three seconds. He worries his employee is dead. Seven minutes, twenty eight seconds. Peppino gets up and bolts to the door, only to clash into a mess of whites blacks and greys.

Peppino, Rags and Goat are all knocked to the floor. Goat holds his head, and sits on his knees. Rags is slumped over his own stomach with his face to the floor and ass in the air. Peppino was floored, laying on his back. Sitting up, he looks at Goat.

"What-a took you so long!?" Peppino screams.

"It's awkward navigating a new place, cut me some slack", Goat responds.

Peppino looks at Rags, and gets concerned, "why does he look pregnant".

"He's just fat".

"Fat? He was-a slim enough to fit in-a crack in the wall!"

"We found a quite a few cheese based monsters and h-"

"Well, he is-a mouse".

"... he has a personal obsession with cheese, and will overeat if it's involved".

"Is that-a why he insists on cheese Pizzas for the-a work lunch?"

"That does make a bit more sense", Goat says, as he pokes a groaning Rags, "what do we do about him?"

"Ehhh, go ask Gustavo, he'll-a know what to do".

Goat picks up Rags and carries him deeper into the tower. Peppino wipes his brow, as the five toppins hand Peppino ten bucks each. Goat sees Gustavo in a confrontation with a giant rat. Goat calls over, and mid roll the two stop, Gustavo pausing from nearly biting the rat's arm and the rat pausing from throwing a punch. Goat drops Rags on the floor and explains the situation.

"So now he's round", Goat explains, "got anything to help him?"

"Wait, so he ate seven of these monsters?" Gustavo asks.

"I found it rather disturbing how quickly he ate them, rather than just the fact he ate them".

"Is this normal?" Gustavo asks the rat, to which it shakes its head, "well, he's not normal from a giant rats standards".

"Look, I just need him to work off the weight he got, can you do that?"

Gustavo looks at the rat and back to Goat, "we have an idea".

After a few minutes, Rags is running back and forth in the corridor. Gustavo chases Rags as he carries the rat, as it whips at Rags. Rags seems to be working it off pretty well, at least for cartoon logic of this exercise in a day, don't attempt this in real life. Goat watches for a minute or two, before heading into another door. Gustavo slows down for a bit, panting.

"Hey, do you think there's a better way to do this?" Gustavo asks the rat, to which it shrugs, "fine, but if we have to do this again, you're carrying me".

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Rags hides under the short ledge, resting. He holds onto and snacks on a weird blob of cheese. Staring at a block of metal, he takes another bit out of the gooey cheese. The sounds of crumbling bricks startles Rags, and he ducks down to hide. Looking up above the ledge he sees Goat staring back at him.

"... Hi", Rags meekly says, chewing on his cheese.

"Yo...", Goat responds, "where uh... did you get that cheese?"

Rags sits up and shrugs, "well, I got it somewhere around here".

"You uh... you're eating one of those sentient cheese blobs?"

Rags swallows, "it's definitely not sentient now..."

"How uh... how do you stomach that much cheese?"

"I'm a mouse, I love cheese!"

"I mean, I don't chew on cans just because I'm an upright goat person".

"Ok, I may have an obsession with cheese as a personal weakness".

Goat sighs, "ya rat bastard, why'd you duck into the first door, and not even hide that far away from the door?"

Rags sighs, and takes a bit to respond, "I couldn't move that metal blocker".

Goat taps his feet with impatience and runs back. Rags looks over and sees Goat charging his way over. He flies over Rags, and without a second passing, clashing metal hits the floor. Goat stumbles back holding his shoulder, with a big dumb grin on his face. Rags stands up taking a bite of cheese.

"Hey, ya wanna come with me through John Gutter?" Goat asks.

"John Gutter", Rags swallows, "where'd you get that name?"

"I think I saw it on a sign. Anyway, we better get our work here done before Peppino gets thoughts of skinning us".

Rags hops up and jogs along, "Come on, we gotta get going!"

Goat walks over with Rags, taking a stroll. They chat about their days outside of work. Goat tells Rags about the deal with Peppino. A few more broken blockers and chopped up Fork Knights. Goat kicks open a cage, saving a mini mushroom person, of which Rags squeals over. It follows Goat like a little lost puppy. After a quick jaunt and more broken suits of armor, the trio come across another cage.

"What cute topping do you think this one has?" Rags giggles in glee, "I hope it's a little bell pepper, oh, or maybe a tomato! What if it's-"

Giat kicks open the cage, "it's cheese", Goat says, mildly amused at the block of cheese with eyes.

"It's... cheese...", Rags mutters, his mouth watering.

Goat scoops up the block before Rags can touch it, "No, we're saving them!"

"C'mon Goat, just a bit of cheese!"

"No, you had your cheese ball, where is it?"

"I ate it already".

"You had enough cheese, besides, it'd hurt the little guy".

"I can swallow it whole, and it'll die quicker that way instead of me biting into it!"

"Rags, if any part of this block goes down your throat, I'm shoving my fist down there to retrieve it. Also you're scaring the mushroom!" As Goat points out the mushroom cowers behind Goat's leg.

Rags looks down at the mushroom and sighs, "alright, I'm sorry. I'll just get the next gooey cheese as a snack".

"There are three over ther-", before Goat could finish Rags has already pounced onto the cheese slimes, "Jesus christ, that really is an obsession".

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Goat looks back at the valley of hills from the cliff the tower resides, to see Peppino and Gustavo still at least half a mile away. Rags lies down next to the door. He breaths heavily and coughs. Goat takes a deep breath in before falling to the ground, practically melting to it. Goat pushes himself back to his legs, unsteady and shaking.

"Jesus man", Rags spits, "we haven't ran like that since Highschool".

"I-... oh man I'm- I'm outa shape", Goat wheezes.

"How? You walk everywhere even in hundred ten summers or negative five winters".

"Walking ain't the same as running, Richard".

"Oh gee, you're really tired", Rags picks himself up and helps Goat walk into the tower. After a few steps in the door slams behind them. Rags drops Goat to the floor, and starts scratching at the door, screaming. Rags after a few minutes sits himself next to Goat, defeated.

Goat subsequently knocks rags one in the shin with a growl.

"HEY, WHAT WAS-" Rags shouts before remembering, "oh, right. Fair enough, I won't hit back".

"Damn right you won't, the stone isn't exactly what anyone would call pleasant", Goat barks, "the door?"

"It won't budge, so what about it?"

"Can Peppino get in?"

"We're saved! We can hide from him in here! Safety!" Rags cheers. The doors creak open. Rags upon seeing this runs further into the tower without a word, but a lot of incoherent screaming.

Goat sits up and watches the door open as Peppino and Gustavo walk in, the doors closing and everything. Gustavo helps Goat stand up, as Peppino berates Goat for losing Rags and entering without them. Goat straightens out and thinks.

"Hey, Peppino, when has it been since your last vacation?" Goat asks.

"Vacation?" Peppino repeats, confused to the prospect.

"You've been able to have time to relax, right?"

"The last relaxing thing I've-a done was go to church in boot camp".

"Alright, it's decided, you're now at vacation".

"You're-a joking, right? My business is being-a threatened by a Pizza Faced MONSTER, who plans to destroy my LIFE, this is NOT-a time for me to RELAX!"

"Come on Peppino, I'm your employee, I'm supposed to take a bit of the job to ease your burden. Besides I use a giant axe and call it a Pizza Cutter, I'll chop down that flying dough disk in no time!"

"Well, uhh".

"Oh Peppino, he's right", Gustavo chimes in, "you're working yourself to the bone and frightening yourself with your own shadow, you're getting to yourself more than others are getting to you".

"Gustavo, he-a threatened to destroy everything I hold dear", Peppino replies, "but alright. Goat, go out there. But if-a my restaurant is permanently put out of-a business, I'll have your horns".

Goat takes a deep breath in, and says, "yes-understood-Peppino-sir-everything's-under-control!" Goat runs further into the tower.

Peppino sighs, "why did you-a convince me to take-a break?" Gustavo shrugs with a smile as he strolls on forward.

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Rags lays on the kitchen floor of the restaurant as Goat sweeps. The bristles scratch the floor to the tune of a ticking clock. Rags lightly snores as he dozes off. He wakes up, to a sharp twisting pain in the end of his tail as Goat lies on the floor with his broom clattering.

"What was that for?!" Rags shouts as he twists up.

"Do you really think I'd throw myself to the floor just to stomp on your tail?" Goat replies with a groan.

"Well you've done weirder", Rags says, as he gently caresses his tail.

"You're sleeping in an Italian restaurant", Goat pauses to pick himself up and dust himself off, "not just that, the floor of the kitchen of said restaurant".

"There's no real work, one or two hours maybe gets us five Pizzas to make, and more garlic bread for you to burn".

"At least I wasn't asked to stay in the kitchen because I don't look like a rodent, ya rat bastard".

"Anyway, who cares if I sleep, there's no cameras in here, and Peppino usually just sits in the lobby".

"Fair poi-", Peppino screams over Goat in the current conversation. Rags and Goat rush to the door and peek outside.

A floating pizza with a bunch of toppings for a face laughs, and mocks Peppino. Pizza Face claims to have built a giant lazer to nuke Peppino's restaurant. The Pizza leaves the dining area, leaving Peppino distraught. Peppino looks around and his distress immediately turns to rage as he looks at his employed labor as if he wants to turn them into new fur rugs. Peppino lunges over and grabs the two, raising them off the floor and dragging them to the door.

"YOU-A HEARD THEM, WE NEED TO GET-A GOING!" Peppino shouts as he kicks the two out the door.

Rags and Goat hit the ground with a thud. Rags lay face first in the dirt, as Goat looks behind them. The sight was worse than seeing a raging bull while painted red. Goat picked up the femboy mouse and started booking it to the tower. Rags wipes down his face only to be greated by a worse sight. Rags jumped out of Goat's arms so they can properly scramble away from their boss. Saving their job was probably important too. After a few hours of dead sprinting the co-workers make it to the tower doors, wondering what lies inside.

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Lynn folds papers as neatly as he can as FemGoat watches, sipping a smoothie. Catharine and Goat idle as the clock ticks to the end of their shift. Rags, strolls in the store. Goat takes his order. The two talk in excitement for their evening plans.

"I'll take a number six. Just the burger", Rags orders, "so what are we watching tonight?"

"Gage said 'The Mario Movie'", Goat explains, "seems to be ancient history, but I couldn't really find any archival material, but a lot of things he gets are fun, albeit out of date".

"What's with that guy and stuff from a thousand years ago?"

Catharine chimes in, "he's an ancient god that was born a thousand years ago".

Rags giggles as he inserts his card to the reader to pay for food, "Good one Cat, I'll go over to my usual space and wait".

As Rags trots away, Catharine punches Goat in the arm, shout whispering at him, "You didn't tell him?"

Goat whispers back, "Gage doesn't hide his powers, regularly, I'm rather impressed Rags didn't notice how bright the stars in his cloak are or that he just occasionally floats through the air, or that he moves inhumanely fast, like teleportation".

"Is that really your excuse for not telling your friend?"

"I mean, I don't find it a problem!"

"Hey Catharine!" Rags calls out as he walks over again, "is Sharla coming to watch the movie with us?"

Catharine sighs at Goat, before turning to Rags saying, "Yeah, my car's out of commission today, you wanna hitch a ride with us or something?"

"I wanted to ask her if she uses a hair dye or if her hair is naturally like that".

"I get with the pigments and what else that it might not look it, but like my hair, it's also natural".

"Damn, it's a really nice shade of dark blue too".

"I can ask my sibling about hair dye brands", Goat says, "they're really into coloring their hair, they may even know some good overall fur dying products. Most are shit from what I hear".

"God, yeah, they are", Rags complains, "They're either really impotent and get washed out after a day or two, or the at home product you bought is actually made for you to go to a specialist to do it, who most likely already has what you want, so you're paying more and god is that frustrating".

Catharine hands Rags his burger and she says, "we can make laser guns, and bio efficient cybernetics, but if you want pink fur, it's only gonna last you a day".

"I mean, it's more just a nitpick honestly", Rags sighs, "oh, can I get a knife?" After obtaining his plastic cutlery, Rags walks out of sight.

Catherine goes back to whispering, "So you don't tell your friend you live with an ancient God?"

"Technically we were born at the same time, our universes just had different states of-", Goat tries explaining.

Catharine cuts him off, "I don't care of multiverse mumbo jumbo! You told me!"

"You've been my friend since middle school, he's been my bully in that time".

"Does that make you any less of friends now?"

"No, but it doesn't mean I want to go to him for these things".

Catharine sighs and gives up. The duo return to working. There are three minutes left to go in their clocks. Lynn gives FemGoat a paper flower, to her delight. Goat doodles by the register as Sharla walks in and waves to Catharine. The two chatter amongst themselves as Goat draws an OC of his. More coworkers come in and the current person in charge gives them the go ahead to leave. As the party start heading out, Rags calls out to Goat.

"HEY! Can you come with me in my car Goat? I wanna show you something", Rags explains.

Goat shrugs, "sure, why not. Catch ya guys later!" Goat walks over to Rags.

Rags hands him half the burger he bought, "I thought you might be hungry as well".

"There's no cheese on this".

Rags scratches the back of his head, "well, yeah, couldn't give you the best part!"

Goat shrugs as he eats and follows Rags to his car, "something important you wanna show me?"

Rags gets in his car to the driver seat, "not really, just..."

Goat sits in passenger, "ah, I get it, ya just wanted to hang out more, that's alright".

Rags shouts, flustered, "no you idiot! I mean. Well, I do like the company... ... ... I've never been to your house before and need help getting there".

"Ah, alright weirdo, I'll tell ya how to drive a straight line".

"You walk to work in just a straight line?"

"Yeah, basically".

"Can we take a detour then?"

"Knock yourself out".

Rags pulls out of his space, and drives. The two talk about work, and a few events that happened. Rags mocks crushes Goat had, and Goat jokes about Rags' last boyfriend. After a few minutes Goat falls asleep in the warmth of the car and his clothes. The drive becomes quiet. Rags puts on classical music on low volume settings. Rags stops by a rather large and nice looking house. He opens the door and tries closing it as quietly as possible, and he runs into the house as quickly as he can. He soon returns seeing Goat still sleeping. He quietly opens the door and enters.

"I've never seen ya outside of work in anything other than a crop top T, and those short shorts", Goat remarks.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Rags screams, "You could've been sitting up before this!"

Goat stretches, "thought it'd be funny. This your parents house or something?"

Rags sighs and puts his head down on the wheel, "no. It's mine, they bought it for me, and pay my bills, and the gardener. Perks of being an only child I guess..."

Goat pops his neck, "well it looks nice, got anything fancy?"

Rags speaks, increasingly getting quieter, "there's an indoor theater, a pool, a bedroom..."

Concerned, Goat asks, "what's wrong?"

Rags sighs sitting back in the seat, he replies, "I'm lonely, I get out sometimes and have an occasional hookup, maybe even someone to be with for a few weeks, but really, most of the time I'm just... there. By myself. In my room. Maybe reading, maybe playing one of those old games you and Fandom like. Maybe I go and cook myself something or just order takeout because I have the money for it anyway. I'm kinda excited to meet your family".

"I don't really live with my family, they're more like roommates".

"Oh. I guess I didn't need to go and change then".

"The sweater looks nice, and you look good in jeans".

"Thanks Gage".

"Anytime Richard. Besides, when will I meet your family?"

Rags laughs, for a moment before going quiet. With a sigh he asks, "how do I get to your house?"

"Just drive to the mall, and I'll guide you from there".

Rags pulls out from the house. He drives down the road. Goat tries to make small talk but Rags turns up the volume of the classical music. He turns it up too high to where Goat holds his head and ears, Rags immediately turning it down. Goat gets the message and watches outside the window, without a word. Rags pulls into the mall's parking lot and parks, turns off the gas and rests his head on the wheel.

"I don't know where my parents are", Rags explains.

"Huh?" Goat hums.

"I only remember them being in my life up until I was ten. On my tenth birthday I was given two gifts, that house, and a caretaker... who later became my gardener. She's really nice".

"How do you know they're still paying for-"

"My gardener still gets paid every month, and the electricity is still on, I don't even receive the mail for these bills".

"Oh".

"I wish you could meet my parents, I want to see them too, maybe at least you can see your own parents".

"I could, the same way I could stab myself, but I don't really want to hurt myself".

"... I didn't..."

"You're good. Want me to come over some time?"

"... ... ... it's over an hour walk".

"When has that stopped me?"

"I'll just pick you up, don't worry about it. Now, where do we go?"

"Thanks man. Ok so you're gonna need to go east from here".

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Gage: ...

Goat: ... you wanna talk?

Gage: no I wanna buy food, I'm just thinking

Goat, watching his coworker stroll up: anything you might wanna get before Rags comes back here?

Rags, strolling up: Hello sir, have you been helped?

Gage: Thinking

Rags: Alright

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Goat: Rags, Gage. Gage, Rags

Gage: so this is the person you called a "cock riding dumbass" over Xbox?

Goat: Maybe

Rags: ... wait he's ok with that?

Goat: ... maybe

Rags, leaning on the counter: Gage, did you know I carried that match? Goat couldn't shoot for jack shit

Goat: Well maybe if ya didn't body block every shot, we wouldn't have that issue

Rags: as if, play better, jackass

Gage: Can I get a number 3 as a single and have the bacon on the side?

Goat: Would you like that as a combo?

Gage: yeah, but make the fries cheese curds

Goat: anything else or will that be all?

Gage, handing over a 20: that's all

Goat: that'll be eleven... twenty eight...

Gage: split the change between you two as a tip, and don't shout as much tonight

Goat, dealing change: Gotcha

Rags: ... wanna play Borderlands tonight instead?

Goat, handing over $4.36: which one?

Rags, pocketing: Your pick, honest

Gage: how about Two, it has representation for people your height

Rags: Ha-ha, it has representation for people as useless as you

Gage: in honesty tho, Two is the best one, right

Rags: I personally like One, Pandora feels more fucked in that one with how little the plant life is, and its humor works a bit better for me. Though mechanically everything is an upgrade above One so

Goat: so glad the legacy pack of those Original games came out, Gage confirmed that they're just updated code, with not much else changed about it

Rags: how'd he do that? Some sort of ancient tech wiz?

Goat: Kinda

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Rags: see ya in a bit jackass, the food's ready

Goat: fine by me ya rat bastard

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"The sunset is nice", Goat sighs, "the water below is pretty".

Goat and Rags sit on a cliff side. The orange hues crawl from the sun into the pink sky, stretching out to the vast darkness to soon arise. Light dances off the waves, and the waves climb up the rocks. Steady but gentle wind cools the summer air. Rags lets half his body hang off the edge, as he leans back on Goat's legs. Goat sits and dangles the end of his legs down the cliff face.

"It is pretty", Rags says as his sits up, "but I've been thinking".

"Hm?" Goat responds.

"Are we friends?"

"What?"

"I've just been... since middle I picked on you for every little insecurity you had, I remember making fun of your short horns, the fact you were a goat but don't have those unique irises. And that one day, you were in the school's tree line..."

"The day I beat you up?"

"Not like I didn't deserve that, I crushed the tiny frog you were watching".

"I blacked out your right eye, and after that you started enjoying that haircut that covers your right eye. If I remember correctly, I was angry because of that too when I got back from suspension".

"I did so much to hurt you even more after that, while being a petty bitch about it".

"Right", Goat breaths in and sighs, taking out a small brush to scratch the back of his head.

Rags coughs and continues, "I remember one of our friendliest interactions in Freshman year, you were getting much taller than me. I remember that we just saw eachother in a hallway to restrooms. You just stared down at me with a glare of malice. I was scared... it felt like the hallway was much smaller than what it was. Then you left as quickly as possible. No shoulder checks, no insults, no nothing".

"I remember that, that was in the sketchy hall, the one area people rarely go to because the lights are regularly busted in some form because if the electrical wiring problems, and it's one of the only places without a camera. All I wanted to do was leave after using the restroom, and then I saw you. Kinda froze up a little just looking at ya".

"Were you scared?"

"Yeah".

...

Rags responds after finding words in the silence, "I guess I never realized you looked angry most the time back then, and with those shitty lights in winter".

Goat asks, "we only really started talking regularly after we got our first jobs, right? Definitely not that polite, but more fun than silence, wouldn't you agree?"

"I still can't believe we applied to the same places multiple time".

"I'd say we're friends now, at the very least, ya punk bitch".

"It's not the time Gage".

"Oh, sorry".

"No, it's fine, just not feeling it right now".

"Alright".

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