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The two teens walked along the sidewalk, SpaceWanderer carrying a plastic bag. They had gone to the convenience store for some snacks and were walking back until 1Dash gasped and stopped, feet planted right in front of what seemed to be almost fresh roadkill. Space almost bumped into the other male, his nose just barely grazing against his afro.
"What was so important that made you stop, right in front of—" His eyes slightly widened at the sight of the ran over racoon. "Ahh, Dash, you're not going to mess with that, are you?"
Space cautiously asked, looking away slightly. He couldn't really handle to stare at roadkill, but Dash just seemed to ogle at it even if it wasn't necessary. "Hell yeah I am," Dash made a noise of effort as he grabbed the stick from the ground, slightly grunting.
Space guessed 1Dash's back pain must be flaring up again, despite his young age. "Be careful, bud, I ain't want ya pulling a muscle again." He commented, patting the other's back. "Whatever, I guess." Dash reluctantly murmured, but SpaceWanderer usually took it as a 'thank you'.
Dash didn't really communicate well, anyway. He didn't truly know why, but maybe it was just how he was? Either way, Space had gathered his courage and squinted at the other messing with the racoon remains, the sharp stick poking at it and flipping it despite the blood.
Even if 1Dash was doing such a gross thing, Space couldn't help but admire his confidence.— Space felt so insecure compared to him. — Thinking of Dash as insecure seemed very outlandish, and didn't seem real.
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, breathing in the air around the two slightly. He expected some sort of bad reek from the animal, but there didn't seem to be any..
Thank goodness the animal didn't smell of anything, just yet. "How do you think it died?" Dash questioned, huffing with slight pain. Space quietly thought to himself, before replying. "Maybe an hour ago or something? I thought you were the expert on this stuff, man!" He playfully remarked, before 1Dash groaned in pain, throwing the stick in a hurry and straightening out his back.
Space winced himself, witnessing his best friend in such a condition. "Hey—.. We should just, head home, you know. I don't want you straining your back anymore." He fiddled with the bag in his hands, suddenly reminded of it. The crinkle made Dash cringe slightly, per usual. Space didn't know why, but he never questioned it anyway.
1Dash grumbled, shoulders slumping. "..Fine." He kicked the dirt slightly, rocks tumbling away along with the dust. He shoved his hands into his pockets, before storming along with Space as they resumed their walk back home.