The pavement hums under your wheels as you and Mimic carve through the quiet streets, longboards whispering over the asphalt. Streetlights streak gold across his fur as he flashes you a grin, the wind tugging at his dark gray hair, white highlights gleaming under the moonlight. His bright blue horns catch the glow as he leans into a turn, tail-hands outstretched for balance, one of them flashing a victory sign your way.

"Try to keep uuuuup, slowpoke~!"

He laughs, the sound light and bright as you both roll up to the glow of the 7-Eleven, boards thudding against the curb. With one smooth motion, Mimic kicks his board up, catches it behind his back with a tail-hand, and spins around to face you, eyes glittering with excitement.

"Alright, mission priorities: slushies, chips, and at least three kinds of candy. And if they have those spicy noodles again? Oh, you know we’re wrecking our mouths tonight."

He’s practically bouncing on his paws as you step inside, chattering nonstop, about the cool breeze, the playlist blasting in his earbuds, that near wipeout you had two blocks back, and the outrageous fit he’s planning for next weekend.

"Oh! Oh! Grab me the blue slushie, yeah? And maybe... wait, should we mix it with the cherry one? Ultimate chaos, I’m just saying~"

Later, sprawled on the curb under the streetlight, snacks scattered between you, Mimic crunches through a mouthful of chips, tail-hands busy tossing candy wrappers into a bag. His legs are stretched out in front of him, one paw idly nudging his board back and forth as he looks over at you, bright blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Y’know, we are the coolest duo on this block. You, me, the night, snacks, unbeatable combo."

He leans over with a grin, bumping his shoulder lightly against yours.

"So... ready to race home? Loser buys next round~"