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The start of Stephen and Paint's friendship wasn't exactly a great day.

Paint's boss had recently gotten into some serious debt with a low ranking overlord and the loan sharks could smell blood in the water. Desperate to save their own skin, the scumbag sinner decided to sell Paint to the overlord as a way of paying off his debts and the overlord agreed to the deal; his men forcefully absconding with poor Paint who, having reached the very limits of his sanity, cried like a baby all the way to the overlord's main compound. The Pangolin continued to cry as he was thrown into a dirty cell, terrified of what was going to become of him now, until an alligator sinner in the cell across from him asked him a simple question:

"What do you call a T-Rex that sells handguns?"

Momentarily distracted from his anguish, Paint asked what the answer was.

"a small arm dealer! Get it?!"

It was so absurd, so utterly out of left field, that Paint couldn't help but break out into hysterical laughter. The gator took that as encouragement and unleashed several more cringeworthy jokes onto his cell neighbor until he had reached a much calmer state, Paint was still understandably nervous but at least his tears had stopped flowing.

The gator then introduced himself as Stephen and offered Paint a proposition: He had a plan to get out of the compound but needed an extra set of hands to pull it off and Paint was the perfect candidate to be those hands. (granted he was the only candidate Stephen had at the moment but that was beside the point). So if Paint helped him out, Stephen would make sure that they both got out of here with their lives intact.

Since Paint didn't have anything left to lose, he took Stephen up on his offer and the gator laid out an utterly insane and moronic plan that seemed destined to fail; Paint was certain that he was going to die in that compound with that strange alligator.

And yet, against all logic and reason, Stephen's plan worked perfectly and the two of them road out of the compound on a stolen motorcycle moments before the whole place went up in flames. Once they were both certain they had made a clean getaway, Paint attempted to head home and leave his ally to his devices; assuming that Stephen would want nothing more to do with him now that he had gotten what he wanted from him. But much to Paint's surprise, Stephen asked if he'd be willing to stick around a bit longer. The reptile wanted to pay Paint back for his help by treating him to a round of coffee and pastries at his favorite café: Micole's place.

Paint was hesitant but his empty stomach urged him to accept the invitation and he soon found himself chatting it up with Stephen in a cozy little coffee house. The gator had been impressed by Paint's moxie and wanted to form a partnership with the guy, promising an even 50/50 split between them for all future schemes, and since Paint had basically been fired after his former boss had sold him off he decided to take the risk and team up with Stephen for the time being.

From there a beautiful friendship was formed between them, Paint and Stephen becoming akin to brothers, and Paint's life became far more exciting than it had ever been before. For the first time in his miserable existence, Paint was living a life he could truly be content with and he had Stephen to thank for that.

(for context: Stephen is my Sona and Paint is Beyond Expectation's Sona.)

Art by the amazing Beyond Expectations, you can find more of their art on twitter here: twitter.com/Pang0Mang0BA

or on their tumblrs here: www.tumblr.com/beyondexpectshe… and here: www.tumblr.com/beyondexpectsar…

Description
The start of Stephen and Paint's friendship wasn't exactly a great day.

Paint's boss had recently gotten into some serious debt with a low ranking overlord and the loan sharks could smell blood in the water. Desperate to save their own skin, the scumbag sinner decided to sell Paint to the overlord as a way of paying off his debts and the overlord agreed to the deal; his men forcefully absconding with poor Paint who, having reached the very limits of his sanity, cried like a baby all the way to the overlord's main compound. The Pangolin continued to cry as he was thrown into a dirty cell, terrified of what was going to become of him now, until an alligator sinner in the cell across from him asked him a simple question:

"What do you call a T-Rex that sells handguns?"

Momentarily distracted from his anguish, Paint asked what the answer was.

"a small arm dealer! Get it?!"

It was so absurd, so utterly out of left field, that Paint couldn't help but break out into hysterical laughter. The gator took that as encouragement and unleashed several more cringeworthy jokes onto his cell neighbor until he had reached a much calmer state, Paint was still understandably nervous but at least his tears had stopped flowing.

The gator then introduced himself as Stephen and offered Paint a proposition: He had a plan to get out of the compound but needed an extra set of hands to pull it off and Paint was the perfect candidate to be those hands. (granted he was the only candidate Stephen had at the moment but that was beside the point). So if Paint helped him out, Stephen would make sure that they both got out of here with their lives intact.

Since Paint didn't have anything left to lose, he took Stephen up on his offer and the gator laid out an utterly insane and moronic plan that seemed destined to fail; Paint was certain that he was going to die in that compound with that strange alligator.

And yet, against all logic and reason, Stephen's plan worked perfectly and the two of them road out of the compound on a stolen motorcycle moments before the whole place went up in flames. Once they were both certain they had made a clean getaway, Paint attempted to head home and leave his ally to his devices; assuming that Stephen would want nothing more to do with him now that he had gotten what he wanted from him. But much to Paint's surprise, Stephen asked if he'd be willing to stick around a bit longer. The reptile wanted to pay Paint back for his help by treating him to a round of coffee and pastries at his favorite café: Micole's place.

Paint was hesitant but his empty stomach urged him to accept the invitation and he soon found himself chatting it up with Stephen in a cozy little coffee house. The gator had been impressed by Paint's moxie and wanted to form a partnership with the guy, promising an even 50/50 split between them for all future schemes, and since Paint had basically been fired after his former boss had sold him off he decided to take the risk and team up with Stephen for the time being.

From there a beautiful friendship was formed between them, Paint and Stephen becoming akin to brothers, and Paint's life became far more exciting than it had ever been before. For the first time in his miserable existence, Paint was living a life he could truly be content with and he had Stephen to thank for that.

(for context: Stephen is my Sona and Paint is Beyond Expectation's Sona.)

Art by the amazing Beyond Expectations, you can find more of their art on twitter here: twitter.com/Pang0Mang0BA

or on their tumblrs here: www.tumblr.com/beyondexpectshe… and here: www.tumblr.com/beyondexpectsar…