from a friend to a friend - open; quasar and medusa needed

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Quasar trotted over, his three tails high and waving in the air. “Yo, Sorbet? What’s up?” People rarely called for him by name—unless he fucked up, that is—and the vaporwave mess nearly assumed the bigass feline hybrid had some similar issue with him.

However, as he came closer, the sparkledoggo tilted his head. He sniffed at the ice domes, looking between them and Sorbet’s eyes in obvious bewilderment. “Pretty. But what’s it for? No, like… what’d I do to… make you want to do this?” He shook his head and grimaced. Fuck, that sounded weird, why did he sound so weird?

“They’re pretty,” he added with a nod, completely oblivious to the fact he’d already said that shit.

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