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It's still bright in the midday sky. The air is comfortably warm. The city bustling as usual.
What a nice day to go dumpster diving!
Emynn wanted to help Spamton with getting his 'supply'. Poor guy's been going through the city's trash by himself... If they're going to be one his only customers they might as well do what they can!
Now they hold a generously sized cardboard box while standing in front of the dumpster Spamton is currently raiding.
He throws a photo frame to them, "[[That's a keeper]]!"
The first dumpster they stopped by belongs to one of those 'we sell whatever' type of stores.
Minus food, thankfully.
Emynn imagines a hungry Spamton digging through trash for something to eat. And frowns.
So glad he's been staying over more often...
They shift their mind and gaze to the box. Whatever is salvagable-ish to him is tossed inside. Besides the frame, it's already holding a few other things.
Mugs with many chips and few attached handles.
Some ripped art canvas prints, the mass-produced ones with generic lifeless designs. Ew.
Even a bottle of unused cream! What kind of cream? It doesn't say!!
--
...There is familiar sound coming in from the not-very-far distance.
A sound that goes something like...
"WeeWoo~"
Spamton immediately pauses, his eyes widening.
"[?@&!],"
He drops whatever junk was he was holding.
" IN IN IN- Emynn get in here!!" he panic-whispers to Emynn.
He is not going back to jail now and does NOT need them getting arrested either.
Not now, not now, not now!!
They must not notice or understand that it means trouble for them both.
"Huh?"
Spamton grabs their arm and forces them closer to the dumpster's opening, "IN HERE. NOW."
"Aaaah okay, okay..!! Ow..."
The box of goods is abandoned and he helps Emynn successfully crawl into the trash hole. The lid slams itself shut in the process.
He tries not to move too much as he and his... assistant lay in garbage.
Oh, there's definitely something digging into his back. And left leg. And right elbow.
Yeowch!
But pain becomes easily distracted by how they are both positioned in the amazingly digital metal container.
Emynn is curled up on top of him, their head laying on his collarbone.
One of his hands tightly grip the trash it was resting on.
Focus. God damn it, focus!!
Unfortunately, the smell of dumpster cannot be ignored with a surprise mail-themed cuddle...?
There's not even any food waste in here!
Spamton points upwards with his other hand, "Ambyu-lance." He murmurs to Emynn.
They attempt to respond, but whatever it was comes out as a mix between a huff and a grunt.
Yeah, me too pal.
He glares at the little crack where the lid doesn't fully cover. Those dancing blue and red lights gradually flicker into view.
He tries to ignore how warm Emynn feels on the silicone-ish skin of his plastic-y body. And how warm his face is getting...
It's stuffy in here...
It's not long before the Ambyulance fully arrives.
Among the blaring siren, Spamton hears... singing???
"WeeWoo, I'm the Amb-yu-lance~! People ask me can-yu-dance~?"
Spamton is not impressed with this. At all. His eye twitches.
"WeeWoo, of course I-canse~!"
These annoying fucking-
Emynn shuffles a bit.
He looks down, head tilting.
"WeeWoo, I'm the Amb-yu-lance~!"
In the dual-colored lights he sees them holding their tail still, and they look like they're trying their hardest not to laugh.
Cute...
He decides to aid them, putting his free hand over their mouth.
They're startled by it at first, but ease into it quickly.
He can feel them softly giggling into the palm of his hand.
That award-winning smile grows back on his face.
The Ambyulance's siren fades out as they exit, along with their singing.
"Oh, won't anyone give my song-a-chance~?!"
Most of the tension in Spamton's body vanishes. He sighs in relief and returns to his usual volume.
"IT'S GONE."
Emynn is bursts into a full-on laughing fit as soon as his hand is no longer on their mouth. Their tail is audibly wagging against one of the garbage bags.
"AhaHaa, I think that was- hAHAh- the- HA- the most weirdly scariest moment of my life??" They eventually manage to say.
"YOU BETTER GET USED TO IT IF YOU WANNA HANG WITH THE [[Big Shot]]!! AEHAEHEA!!"
Spamton means it. They're going to deal with a LOT of this if they're going to be all buddy-buddy with him... More than they have been.
"Hehe, I think I will!"
Once Emynn has mostly calmed down, they open the dumpster lid and clumsily get off of him.
The removal of their weight acting as a reminder that he's in an awfully uncomfortable trash pile.
He tries to sit up to unsuccess. His body has suddenly decided to not cooperate and the trash surrounding him isn't helping either.
Emynn is out of the trash hole when they notice him definitely not struggling.
They reach out a hand to him. The blush on their face now visible from the better lighting.
"Oh, you need some help?" They offer.
He stares at it a few seconds before taking it.
"YOU "RE A [[Complimentary Sweetener Packet]], YOU KNOW THAT?" He tells them, also meaning it.
They seem too flustered by that to say anything back and produce a surprised squeak instead.
Still got it.
Once Spamton has escaped the trash bin, the goods-box is retrieved.
It's untouched, all the items are still inside.
That Ambyu-lance didn't get those medical mitts on it at all. Good!
"NOW LET'S DITCH THIS [[dump]] AND [[hit up another joint]]!"
--
While walking through the back alleys, Emynn catches a glimpse of something familiar.. they stop to get a better look at it.
It's an advertisement poster for a Queen branded product, but there's a rip at the top left corner that reveals a completely different ad underneath.
On it is an Addison. One who looks nearly identical to Spamton...
They tilt their head to the side.
Why does this look so...
Actually it is just Spamton, if the 'BIG SHOT AUTOS' printed along with his visage wasn't enough of an indicator.
Hey, wait!
They look to their salesman friend, who doesn't notice that they've stopped following and is about to leave them behind.
"Spam!! Look at this!!" They call, making an effort to shout at a level that's actually loud enough.
Spamton does hear them and turns around to backtrack, "WHATCHYA FIND, PALLY?"
"It's you!" Emynn smiles fondly.
"I used to see these a lot years ago, heh.. I thought you looked familiar when I first met you."
In a time before they worked in advertising, Emynn used to see these kinds of ads everywhere. For a while they were inescapable.
They never fully paid attention to what was actually being sold, more preferred to just looked at the picture part.
A white Addison with slicked back black hair. Red suit paired with a nice smile.
Emynn did look forward to seeing that handsome Addison on those posters everyday.