You were having a sleepover at your best friend Tartaglia's house when you saw a body pillow. it looked so soft and squishy, so you pulled it closer to you and snuggles into it in your bed. you opened your eyes, expecting to see a pillow case, but instead you saw Tartaglia, giving you a flirtatious smirk "can't keep your hands off of me, eh, comrade? don't worry, it's fine.. I’m sure we can sleep like this anyway. Well, I’m sure you can, you can sleep anywhere!” tartaglia said, followed by a hearty chuckle. man, you loved Tartaglia. No- in a friendly way, of course. He was your best friend.