ichiban doesn't hesitate to plop right down next to pickles as soon as he sees him, making himself comfortable (or, as comfortable as he can) on the dirt. for a few moments, he simply looks into pickles's eyes, sees the glassy and desolate mood in them... and extends his arm, palm up.
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ichiban doesn't hesitate to plop right down next to pickles as soon as he sees him, making himself comfortable (or, as comfortable as he can) on the dirt. for a few moments, he simply looks into pickles's eyes, sees the glassy and desolate mood in them... and extends his arm, palm up.
shake? ]