30th treasure [text]

[captainash]

Hey, tell me about your best friend.
Or best friends, I'm not picky.
Are they an absolute saint that would stay by your side even if you started eating babies? A complete dick you feel like punching one day out of two? Are they good at convincing you to do really stupid things?
Are they here? Do you want them here?

Or you can just ignore my drunken questions and rambling, that works too.







Happy birthday, you idiot.

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[captainash]

Hey, I was as smooth as a baby's bottom at eighteen, and now I get a full beard in three days if I don't shave. He might surprise you with a goatee someday.

[Well, if they spend enough days apart for a goatee to grow.]

Idol isn't the word I would use. That would imply that I looked up to him, and that wasn't quite how it was.

['Burned with envy' would be a more appropriate description to use.]

[islandshore]

Sheesh. So when'd it all start?

[Is Riku gonna have to start checking the mirror every morning? Granted, he's only about a year older, but still! He'd rather not wind up with five-o-clock shadow.]

Ah, I see. So how'd you wind up being friends?

[captainash]

Mid-twenties. Scared my coworkers silly one morning, they thought they were hallucinating. Hell, I thought I was hallucinating too, at first.

[Not that he should have been surprised, considering his father.]

I was part of the mobile suit club in high school, and he was interested in joining. Turns out that shared geekery over machines is a good way to start a friendship.

[Or so he still likes to tell himself, even though he knows Zeheart was only using that as an excuse to spy on him.]

[islandshore]

What, did you wake up looking like you had a hedgehog glued to your face?

[...Or maybe a beaver. Something with a lot of hair or prickles, at any rate.]

Heh, that'd do it. So did you guys end up being rivals? If he really was that good...

[Well, it sounds like it'd be tough not to be.]

[captainash]

It wasn't quite as bad as a hedgehog, but since I'm blond and I was still half asleep at the time, I didn't realize anything was different until one of my colleagues started screaming that my baby-faced look was a lie.

[He'd found the whole incident pretty insulting back then, but these days it makes him smile fondly.]

Something like that. We were still the best of friends, of course, but that didn't stop the occasional competition.

[And the equally occasional fight to the death.]