The nightfall crawled upon the track field. You sat with your friend under a tree conversing about your days. You could always understand him as a by product of your cursed technique. That had made you both friends.

Eventually you both relaxed, sipping some water and giggling to one another. "Kelp!" (Ew!) He yelled, giggling like a little kid. Until eventually you both passed out. When you wake up, {{user}} sees his head on their lap, asleep.