on account of being a little over half of the amiklug and klugami tags I made this account. As a treat
I'll be reblogging any ship art I see and might scrounge arounge other websites to find stuff to post here (with full permission ofc)
I am also gonna talk extensively abt the sillies here . Eveythig from canon stuff to hcs to random thoughts. Yay
check out my brother blog @klugami who is doing the same thing as me but fancier
one last note is that I will also mention One Other Ship on this blog, and that ship is amisigklug! to me, the ship may sometimes feel incomplete without an extra autism, although I'll try to keep that posting to a reasonable minimum
“Klug is a painter. That's about it to him. He's friends with the local baker, Sig, but a few years ago, he had more friends. One such friend is Amitie, a rookie idol who wants to make her dreams come true. They are not similar in any ways, but perhaps their old friendship will reblossom, or perhaps something a bit more.”
Fresh from my google documents, this is the (slightly polished) fanfiction, “One Plain Loaf of Bread!” Now for consumption on the site that doesn’t make me gouge my eyes out!
For reference, this is a Steam City Alternate Universe! The Primp kids are 16 years old, or somewhere around that range! Some mentions of other characters!
“Which is why, you’re going to give me one plain loaf of bread!”
A painter and a baker stood on opposite sides of a counter. It was around 18:00. The air was calm. The only problem was Klug being louder than usual.
“Mr. Klug, this is a bug themed bakery..we don’t have plain bread.. we’re thrilled to have you here--” Sig’s face was truly thrilling “-- but it’s just not on the menu.”
Klug, upset, slammed his hand on the counter. “It’s just bread, Sig. I need plain bread to use as a model for an upcoming masterpiece! I mean, It’d certainly go well with a window-- wouldn’t it?” He stopped himself before speaking too much, clearing his throat. “Even faux bread will do the trick, Sig. You owe me.”
Sighing, Sig went to grab a single fresh loaf of bread, and plopped it into Klug’s free hand. “There you go…” He mumbled. “Go paint your thing.. I assume in your other hand is--” He picked up the slammed hand to reveal said payment: 5 bronze coins.
With a smug smile of victory, Klug took his bread and left the establishment. He looked around for an adequate vacant house. Luckily there was one close to a rather appealing train station. Klug found those rather interesting, though those usually had people.
Eyes on the prize, he left the loaf on the window, and began the sketch. With most of his work, he sketches the basics; foreground, light background, clouds, and some details. It was the painting part that was rare.
His focused eyes occasionally darted to the train station. How he wished he could paint there, painting the slow moving cogs, perhaps with blurs of people. It’d make for a rather nice landscape.
No, No! Focus! You have to focus, Klug!
Furiously sketching, Klug’s eyes shifted between his canvas and the house. Something’s..changed, he felt, but nothing felt truly different. When he finished, he took a sigh, and looked at his work.
There’s something in the way! A person! A girl, even!
This can’t be good, Klug thinks. This ruins the whole composition! Not very good! The girl was still there, so he called out to her. “You there!” He shouts, looking up from his sketch. “How long were you here?”
The sitting girl got up, with a confused look. “What? You didn't notice me? I’ve been here since the last train arrived! I was watching you draw!” She smiles, waddling over. “Well, I didn’t actually see it until now! You’re really good at it, Klug!”
Obviously embarrassed, Klug lifted his sketchbook, having the drawing face him, obscuring his lower face. “Who said you had permission to look?! You- hey, wait! How did you even know my name! I don’t recognize—“ He yelled, somewhat stumbling over his words.
She frowned. “That’s no way to treat one of your friends! Just ‘cuz you became unemployed and lonely doesn’t mean you have to forget we were once buddies! It’s Amitie! Don’t you remember?”
So this is Amitie? She’s a lot different in cat ears.
“First of all, I’m an AR-TIST! I make money by painting, and I’m the best in this town! And I’m not lonely either! I just spoke with Sig! That’s how I have bread to paint!” Klug points to the now empty window. “...Where’s the bread?”
Munching, Amitie looked at Klug. “Ahhh- might’ve taken it! I was hungry, sorry! But we can always buy some at Sig’s!” She offered. “He makes some good bread!”
Klug sighs heavily. “If you insist, Amitie. We can go for bread at Sig’s” He repeats. As Amitie dragged him, Klug felt a tinge of anger. He figured it was due to not being to finish his “masterpiece”
As the two enter the soon closing bakery, Amitie waves cheerfully. “BA-KER! SIG! WE’RE HERE!” She shouts, not aware of how annoying she is. “I know I offered, but I’m sooorta broke, so maybe you could pay for us, Klug?”
Confused, Klug raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you like… a stage performer? Wouldn’t you get paid, perhaps by anyone who hires you? You should be at least able to pay for our meal.” He explained, upset. “You.. ARE a stage performer, yeah?”
Amitie nervously presses her fingers. “I a~m. But.. ah-- I don’t have any popularity..soo nobody hires me!” She smiles, in a goofy, innocent, idiot way.
Whatever, Klug would’ve paid anyway. Unlike Amitie he is a responsible Adult (Perhaps in Steam standards, despite being considered a high schooler). He makes money. “Sig, we’ll have the Deloyala guttata decorated Baguette de Pan, s'il vous plait.”
Sig, blankly, nodded. “Yep, baguette, mottled tortoise top, mmhm..” He mumbled. “Y’can pay when it’s ready, glasses..” He vanished into the back, presumably to make said bread.
Klug and Amitie took a seat, Amitie childishly spinning. “It’s super nice of you to pa~ay for us Klug! Especially since I ate your bread! Sorry, by the way!” She spun. “And-- uh-- can I-- uh-- have the drawing you did? It’s super cute and you seem to think it’s not, so-- ah-- gimme!!”
On one hand, Klug HAD no use for it. On the other hand..
He crumpled it up and tossed it over the counter. “It doesn’t serve any purpose. You don’t need it...Oh, look, our food’s here” He diverted Ami’s attention, though she was a little sad.
“Here you go, Glasses, Ami, Mott Top Baguette.” Sig broke the bread and placed it next to the two. “May their journeys be safe.”
Amitie began to eat her half. “Oh gosh, this is so good! Sig really is the best at making these things!!” She exclaimed. “You’re the best!”
Sig smiled, a calm smile. “That’s nothing new. Everyone says that. Thank you, Ami.” He says, still there. Not like he can close up shop with two people still eating. They’re his friends too, right?
Klug ate his half too, watching Amitie with mild interest. Her eating manners are..not refined like the others, or himself for that matter. Despite that, a free hand lightly scribbled her silly eating way, somehow without Klug’s own knowledge.
“What’re you drawing, Glasses? It doesn’t look anything like your usual work..” Sig pointed out.
Excited, Amitie leaned her head over to the page. It was of her eating, in the similar manner she was drawn earlier. “Neat doodle, Klug!”
Once again embarrassed, Klug snapped back to the situation. “I didn’t notice—tch! Must be the lack of interesting scenery getting to me—” Klug mentally berated himself. “Regardless...Don’t get used to it, Amitie! You’re only being drawn because- well- erhm-“
Sig and Ami looked at Klug like he was crazy.
“Maybe it’s a sign of you wanting to draw people.” Sig suggested, looking at the display bread. “Your drawing of Amitie seems good anyway.”
Not sure of what else to say, Klug swallowed and nodded. “Suuure.. She’s...very.. Sketch friendly.” He awkwardly said. “Aaand she can.. Be.. a .. subject..” He trailed off.
Amitie, however, jumped up excitedly. “HOORAY! Klug’s gonna draw me! I bet that’ll attract so many people to my shows!! We can even have it held at the empty performance place near Suzuran Station!” Amitie rambled, throwing an arm over Klug’s shoulder. “You’re the greatest ever!”
Klug wasn’t expecting such a response, it took him by surprise. Well, Klug already knew he was the greatest ever, but hearing it from someone else felt really...good? That’s probably it.
Taking Ami’s wrist, Klug got up. “Come, I know a spot we can try at this hour.” He ordered, pulling her for once.
Sig watched the two leave. “Glasses..didn’t pay the bill.” He confusedly said. “I guess he’s too busy.. Spontaneous.”
•
As the two made their way towards a particular part of the city, the destination became more apparent. It was a random building’s rooftop, but it had a perfect view of the Massive Clock, which rung for 22:00
“Okay, Amitie.”
Klug began making preparations, moving Amitie’s limbs to see if there’s a pose he liked. Klug never made a planned picture for people, even in the few times he drew them. It wasn’t like Amitie’s special, but it’d be better to catch her AND the clock.
In the end, he positioned her in a way for her back to face him, and her head slightly tilted. Lightly getting a basic shape, Klug made some more minor adjustments, and finally, began work on the clock tower.
Amitie may be the star of whatever show she's on, but to Klug, something far more interesting is the landscape. Every fine detail must be captured, even as the clock’s hand’s move. “What time is best for you, Miss Amitie?”
Amitie, breaking her pose, turned completely back. “Oh! My concerts usually happen around 15:00! Why?”
Upset, Klug ceased his sketch to readjust Amitie. “You know, you sure move a lot. Do you want to be immortalized on paper form or not?” He asked, annoyed. “I suppose this can be a concert advertisement.. Whatever. Hold still from now on.”
Hands taking to the sheets, Klug finalized the clock with the time firmly on the 3. It was now time to finish the backdrop. Time advanced more and more, as Klug went from Backdrop, to Amitie, to working on the painting process. Klug was rather particular about this last part, seeing as so much can go wrong if he’s not careful. He’s..never really painted a whole human person, so he had less eyes on his paper, more so on Amitie, trying to guess what color she’d use under the lighting the clock had.
In the end, Klug decided to give in and just do Amitie slightly brighter than her real life counterpart, despite all the mental warnings. “Amitie! You can look now!” He called, waving to the girl.
“Woaaah..” Amitie gasped. “It’s so...realistic! Nothing like the sketches! You really pour your heart into this Klug! You should really turn this into a job of sorts!” She praised, squealing in cute Amitie noises.
“Amitie, this IS my occupation! You keep saying it’s not!” Klug explained, frustrated. “Regardless, it’s high time for you to sleep. I presume you want to perform tomorrow, so I’ll dry this off and hang it near the train station. Suzuran’s Performance Center, yeah?” He asked, waving a free wrist around.
Amitie nods, very excited. “Yep Yep! It’ll be so much fun! You’ll be there too, right Klug? You WERE a good artist and paid for our food, right?”
Klug didn’t say anything.
“You...You are coming..right?” Amitie asked again, her cheerful nodding now halted, her smile a frown. “Can you? You’ve never shown up to any of them! And I’d really appreciate it if you showed up this time!”
“I don’t need to see the performance. I’ve got work to do, Amitie.” Klug said, sounding not upset, but rather, as if he didn’t care. “You and I have different paths to follow, and it’s not likely we’ll reconnect.”
Amitie saw Klug begin to walk away, and went after him. “Hey, but, we never get to speak anymore! I didn’t even see you until today! I thought it’d be— I thought it’d be… I thought we could finally become friends again! Like we used to be!”
Klug paused while walking, and turned back to Amitie. “We’re not 10 anymore. We all have to do things more important than hang out. I have my job, and you have yours. You understand, right?”
Klug tore out the paper he drew on, the paint having since been dried at least an hour ago. “You can deal with your life, and I can deal with mine.” He said, handing it to Amitie.
“But wait!” Amitie cried out, but it was a bit too late.
Klug began to climb down and return to city level, leaving Amitie on her lonesome. Her performance? Her struggling career? Why should he care, he’s not her friend. That ship has long since sailed. He’s not spending money on something like that anyway.
A part of him was frustrated, angry with how Amitie was back, and only wished for self-gain: the eating of his centerpiece, the thought of the art being for her, the want of an audience…
But another part was... wanting to try to reach out. Did he want to go to a show? He never really enjoyed such. The thoughts were clashing and driving him mad.
•
While on his way home, another one of his childhood friends stopped him. One he would’ve rather not kept up with. “Hey! Do you know how late it is, Four Ey- I mean- Sir?!” She spat, obviously annoyed. It’s not very good to annoy someone with a weapon.
“..Salutations to you, too, Raffina. Amitie was taking most of my time up while I drew her. Her being fidgety didn’t help.” Klug explained. “Don’t you have better things to do than harass me?”
“Ohoho~” Raffina did her generic noble giggle. “I didn’t even know you still spoke with any of us. I thought you were ‘too good to be shackled to nobodies’ like us.” She mocked, her smile now malicious in nature
“I wasn’t speaking to her out of any desire! It was for business. She and I don’t associate with each other.” Klug argued back. “Amitie’s nothing more than a silly person I was formerly acquaintances with.”
Raffina rolled her eyes. “So you claim” She sarcastically replied. “Tell you the truth, I saw you with her earlier. What business would you have to speak to a customer not once, not twice, but THREE times!”
Raffina prodded a finger at Klug’s chest, knowing the truth was basically all but revealed. “Well, am I right?” She said in a low tone. “Perhaps you’re more of a Sham Artist! Or maybe you’re not as high-and-mighty as you believe yourself to be. What’s the truth, goody-two-shoes!” She continued, her taunting purposefully annoying.
“Hey! I’m not a sham, and I’m at least better than the likes of you! At least I’m not— faux…intimidating!” Klug pushed Raffina away, slowly but surely losing the carefully crafted coolness. “I’ve told you before, I’m a scenery artist! Its beauty can’t compare to any living person!”
Raffina frowned, upset with Klug. Readying her special, golden whip, her glare cutting deeply into the boy, her voice hissed. “You’re lying, I know it. You were never good at pretending. You should just admit you’re a fraud or I’ll have to strike you!” She said, though inreality, she didn’t really have the authority to strike him, but the intimidation was what mattered in the scenario.
“You do- you don’t scare me, Raffina! You’re all bark!” Klug sputtered, trying to stop the conversation. “What are you even trying to get at! What does me hanging with Amitie equate to me being a sham!” He says, trying to come up with increasingly silly excuses. Really makes him sound like Amitie.
With a sigh and a grin, Raffina, for lack of a better term, cracked the whip. “You can just admit it, you know! Just say something, you lousy excuse of a human person!”
Klug bit his lip, trying not to yelp of fear. “Ack!” He squeaked. “I owe you nothing!” He took off, holding onto his sketchpad as he left for his house, wherever that may be.
Setting the pad on the bed table, Klug laid down and sighed. Amitie wasn’t his friend, and nor was Raffina. Why were they even childhood friends in the first place, none of them really connect to each other. Klug tried to remember as he also tried to sleep.
•
Eight years ago.
That was when Klug’s friend, Sig, introduced him to Amitie. Klug can’t exactly remember when exactly he met Sig, but he definitely remembers meeting Amitie through him. For a brief while, it was just those 3, until Amitie introduced them to Raffina.
Raffina was a lot nicer back then. She was still uppity, but she wasn’t really cruel towards her friends. Soon after, Lidelle came, a friend of Raffina’s and Amitie’s. Klug remembers Lidelle, she occasionally talks to him even now. The only reason both groups were connected were due to Amitie. She united Raffina and Lidelle, and due to her friendship with Sig, Klug joined too.
Amitie was truly a good person, Klug used to think.
6 years ago, they all split. Not because of an accident, but due to them all wanting to pursue different dreams. It just so happens that a Stage Performer and an Artist don’t meet that much. Raffina didn’t entirely believe in Klug either.
Hell, it’s probably her fault Amitie keeps calling him unemployed!
Simpler times.
In the back of his head, Klug thought about Amitie, and the show she asked him to attend. He wasn’t really intending on going, nor did he really want to.
He.. hasn’t seen Amitie in a long time— he’s seen Raffina enough (unfortunately.), and he’s on okay terms with Lidelle and Sig.. but he doesn’t recall seeing Amitie before now since maybe when they were 12 or so.
Tomorrow’s another day, though. He has to make some purchases, anyway.
•
Amitie was resisting the urge to stick her head out a window. She LOVED trains, and the idea of going from here to there was SUPER exciting! Especially with her greatest friends! Granted, the train was still getting passengers, so it was, well, still.
Raffina sat down with Lidelle, the two trying to see if the light generator made by Witch would work in a bird. Their results: Birds are allergic to light on the inside. They explode.
“M-Miss Ami! We may have a slight problem with how these things work! We might have to cancel the sparkling birds!!” Lidelle panicked. “We have lights working there, right?” She asked, leaning her head to get a better look at Amitie.
“Eh? We’ll have it covered, don’t worry Lidelle!” She smiles, waving to tell her it’ll be okay. “B’sides! As long as you guys can see it, it’s good, right?” She eagerly went to sit with her friends.
Raffina and Lidelle looked at each other.
“...Don’t tell me!” Amitie sniffed.
Raffina cleared her throat. “Well-- I can’t exactly leave the Primp District, it’s my sworn duty to protect it, you know! Suzuran is a lot more dangerous, especially with all the news I hear. It’s rather worrying you’re going yourself..” She continued.
“We- I- It’s what I- well- I even advertised it!” Amitie strung together. “So, everyone has to come, right?” She tried to assure herself, fearing for a repeat of last night.
Lidelle began to try to say something, to even agree to come, but Raffina put a hand on her shoulder. “I-I don’t think I should go, Ami—“ She mumbled. “We’ll work on the birds! I-I wish you the best of smiles in your audience! You’ll be the best performer ever! You-”
“We don’t have time for this; the doors are gonna be closing!” Raffina ordered, dragging Lidelle by the sleeve. “Don’t screw up for us, Ami!” She winked, as the girls left the train. The two maidens let out a sigh of relief.
“I...feel really bad for Ami.. she’s gonna be somewhere dangerous without anyone to protect her! Raffina, you should’ve gone!” Lidelle whimpered, holding her desaturated sleeves to her face. “You wouldn’t want Amitie hurt, o-or perish the thought, killed.. Right?”
Raffina thought about it, looking at the train, seeing the back of Amitie’s head, most likely sulking. “You know as much as I do that I wouldn’t want Amitie hurt.. but she’ll be in the performance center. There’ll be people there.. if she’s attacked, someone will save her. I hope…” She reasoned.
Lidelle pondered, before realizing something. “Do you know if Sig’s going? Or even Klug?” She asked, concerned with her other friend’s safety.
Raffina responded with a blank stare and a monotonous answer; “Why would Klug go? When’s the last time he’s been so much as not rude to us? Just yesterday, he lied like a rug, of course he’s not going.”
Lidelle, tearing up, stepped away from Raffina. “U-uhm, you know, that’s not very..” She quickly blinked away her tears, trying to bring forth her ability to stand up for herself. “That’s mean! You probably don’t know what Klug is going through! He could be in a terrible situation-- o-or he could be really broke-- o-or someone close might’ve died!” She asserts, unaware that the topic of the discussion has gotten on the train.
As the doors shut behind Amitie, she looked at her bickering friend’s. They could’ve at least gotten along before they abandoned her. It doesn’t matter anyway! Amitie will perform for more smiles! It’ll be fine!
A curly redhead scuttled across the train cart, hat bouncing off her head. “Ex-cuse me! Pardon! Is there a “Miss Amitie” on board?” She panted, almost like she changed carts often looking for Amitie.
Amitie raised her hand. “Yep! That’s me! Amitie! I’m gonna become the best-est performer!” Her cheerful disposition returned, almost as if it never left. “Is it another letter from my Teacher?” She thought aloud, bursting with anticipation.
The redhead pulled out a rather fancy looking envelope, handing it to Amitie. “This is actually from someone anonymous! They told me to not disclose their identity, but it’s from them!” She smiled warmly. “It must be lovely to receive secret letters, Miss Amitie. I hope your letter is jam packed with care!”
The girl trotted off, likely to deliver a different letter.
Amitie not-so-carefully opened her own. It wasn’t marked with a paw print, so this definitely isn't a beloved Teacher note. But it’s the contents that matter. Ami’s eyes directed themselves at the top.
The letter, of course, was another one from Arle. Something about being unable to make it, but wishing her the best. Amitie really admired Arle… she was a singer like her, but everyone seems to go where she goes, even if it’s somewhere scary. She even took off when she was 16 years old! Amitie has to be like her, at least she hopes!
“Warm Regards…” Amitie finished, as she smiled. What a nice letter. She put it away.
As the train came to a screeching halt, Amitie hopped off. This was Suzuran District..it’s way cooler than Raffina said it was! Where’s the scary? It’s so modern-er! Even simple folk are cute too, like that running curly drilled girl! Suzuran District! It’s like Primp, but Neater!!
Next to the station was indeed a performance center. Amitie pushed the doors open to let in that sweet Suzuran air. This was indeed the place advertised, wasn’t it? It’s as good as any place, so it’s time to mark it under “used”!
After setting it right smack on the door, Amitie hid behind a convenient curtain. “It’s so exciting to perform...ehehe! I can’t wait for everyone to come. If it was almost 14:30 when I got he- wait what if Suzuran runs at a different time!? I better-- perfor- blwah!”
Amitie fiddled with the backstage, since it wasn’t really supervised anyway. She fiddled with the lights, and even found props! She didn’t need those, anyway.
14:45, the time was coming soon. Amitie took out her partner: a pink little radio that the inventor, Witch, had made. The Radio was special, in that it was more of a modern record player; you’d use it to play already recorded music, rather than tuning in to a station.
14:59, the time was set. Amitie and the radio shaped player stepped onto the stage. There was only darkness, which she had set up herself. With nothing to do, she tapped the microphone, getting a test.
Tapping the microphone caused a spotlight onto her to be cast. In that light, she could see the crowd.. or rather, the audience…
The audience was..empty..
There’s nobody here… none of her friends, none of the people of Suzuran. Did she not advertise it well enough? Did nobody bother? Did Klug write some secret message to say “DO NOT COME SEE THIS SHOW”?
Sniffling, Amitie expected this. Her tears hit her shoes, despite this being a natural outcome. But..she was here anyway, right? She might as well go anyway. The stage is hers.
Amitie turned on the radio, a song starting up with a light sputter. She worried the radio would explode, but.. the music came out fine! A miracle!
She began to sing, words falling like-- well, there’s no metaphor that properly encapsulates how mediocre she is. But it’s that! It wasn’t how good it was or how many people were watching. Despite her crying, she still went on, with her song geared around how much she loved the breakfast meal from a place she went to when she was a kid.
・
Watching from outside, Klug peaked his head in to see how many people were exactly viewing. As expected, zero. He almost felt bad for Amitie. He also, more importantly, felt insulted that nobody liked the advertisement!
Wait, why does that matter?
Regardless, hearing Amitie go on anyway, drew him towards the performance center itself. Despite its darkness, Klug could tell why nobody came— the place looks like it hasn’t seen actual usage… ever? But yet, there Amitie was: singing her heart out to an audience of now one.
Taking a seat close to the front, Klug hid his head down, watching from an awkward angle. It’s apparently very hard to see her face, or the full view of her cheering and shouting and singing, but at least she can’t see him. His hands were screaming to draw the backdrop behind her, but he didn’t take out the book. He wasn’t here to draw.
Amitie, pausing in the midst of one of the later songs, had gotten a brief glimpse of her audience member. The sweat rolling down her forehead felt as if it was not there anymore… no matter how tired she is, at least there’s somebody!
The general mood of the show changed, as Amitie felt even more full of the passion she had for bringing joy, her smiling even brighter, and how her voice refused to give out— even as she screamed out a lyric in the final song, she would not let herself flop.
By now, Klug was tired of seeing Amitie from an ant eye’s view, so he got himself back into his chair, which was unfortunately when Amitie’s song ended. The girl was panting, almost like she was tired.
“Whew...how was that? Did I put a..smile on your face? I… wow… hah..” Amitie says, smiling at her audience. “You know.. whew.. I can see you… right there!” She goofily points at Klug, who has tried to hide again.
“A-uh- how long did you notice me?! My plan was perfect to sneak in, you airheaded idiot blonde!” He angrily yelled, mostly out of shock. “..how long did you know about me watching..” He mumbled, genuinely curious.
Amitie got down from the stage to the seat in front of Klug’s. “I’m not stupid! Even if I’m clumsy, a little bit forgetful, and not too good at money, I’m perceptive!” She grins. “I noticed since you got here! It made me feel a lot better knowing one of my friends was watching me.” She admits, still staring right at Klug.
The two awkwardly stared at each other, before Klug broke the silence. “You consider me a friend? You don’t need to. You’ve got the other three.” He questioned, despite feeling rather honored that Amitie at least considers him a friend despite them only remeeting again recently.
“Well, of course!” Amitie asserts. “You and I and Sig were friends for a long time, so it’s fair of me to consider you two super duper DUPER close!” She illustrates, lacing her own fingers. “The only way this could’ve been better is if Sig was here!”
Klug sighs. The feeling of importance was fun while it lasted.
“Regardless, I think I’m going to continue being here, you wanna come with, Klug?” Amitie invites, holding a hand closer to Klug’s side of the chairs. “I mean, since you’re here an’all!”
Klug thought about it. This was...like… an outing, right? One two friends would have? Nodding, he took Amitie’s hand. “Ahh..uhmm.. On a few conditions!” He decides, his answer lightening up Ami’s eyes.
“Firstly!! Do not mention this to anyone! You and I being friends shouldn’t be a big deal!… Raffina would never let me hear the end of it.” Klug began.
Amitie nods. “Okey-dokey! A secret it will be! What else is there?”
“Secondly, We start HERE! I want to capture these seats in canvas form!” Klug continued.
Amitie nods. “Oh, sure! We can stay for a while! Want to sit on the stage? It’s got a great view!” She lifts the two of them up, as they went to sit down on the stage.
As Amitie dangled her feet around, Klug cleared his throat for her attention. “And-- thirdly, you’re most likely tired and hungry from your performance, yeah?” He asked, knowing full well Amitie would say she was.
When he got the confirmation, he smugly grinned. “Close your eyes.” He orders, and Ami listens. “Don’t think of it as a ‘gift’ by the way. I just thought you may enjoy a little present to remind you of Sig. You like that, huh?”
Klug handed her one plain loaf of bread. “This was something you stole a while back, and I figured you enjoyed it…” He began.
Amitie readied to snatch it, but restrained herself. “Wow, so you bought it again? For real?” She asked, grateful.
Klug dropped it in her hands, immediately taking out the sketchbook to divert his eyes away from her. “Well- er- whatever! Let me work!”
most of them are really romantic so if you don't feel comfortable with that then ! yea /nm
under the cut since there are like 22 headcanons and it'd be annoying to scroll past 'em all
SigAmiKlug:
At first, Sig was the only one that the other two felt entirely comfortable touching. To this day he's still usually the first the other two will approach for cuddles, and he does not mind that in the slightest.
[AU] Once the trio all got phones of their own, Sig ended up usually only using his phone to look up and save pictures of bugs.. that he then spammed their group-chat with in an act of pure love.
Klug's love languages are gift-giving and words of affection, Sig's are acts of affection and quality time, and Amitie's are... all of the above.
Sometimes, and when it's appropriate, Sig will just kiss one or both of his partners for no apparent reason, killing them instantly (/pos).
Although Amitie still isn't the best at cooking, she tries her best for her partners (and sometimes does pretty well).
All three of them wanted to be housespouses, so they decided to all work on different days.
They are all trans.
SigAmi:
Although Amitie has a much larger social battery than Sig does, she's still more than willing to take him somewhere quiet when he gets overwhelmed even if she's enjoying here time at whatever place they were at.
On days when Sig has to go somewhere potentially dangerous [AU] or simply wants to be alone, Amitie will take care of his bugs, feeding them and keeping them company while Sig's gone.
The two worry about each other a lot and would both sacrifice their life for the other. This gets almost awkward during genuinely life-threatening situations, as one always tries to get in front of the other to protect them from harm.
Sometimes when Amitie forgets her stress ball, she'll stim by gently playing with Sig's hair. While doing this, she carefully avoids his antennae no matter how interesting they seem.
They're both trans, Sig having learned he was after asking Amitie about it (all he knew initially was he wanted to be referred to by he/him). Once the two are older (and obviously still dating), Ami actually bought a few binders for Sig with money she had been saving up just for that purpose.
SigKlug:
[AU] Klug actually helped with the design and creation of Sig's blue sky outfit, making sure it was safe enough to use regularly (or at all). As thanks, Sig invited Klug to fly with him (meaning Sig would hold Klug as he flew) and Klug happily accepted.
[AU] Sig can purr, and Klug is absolutely obsessed with that fact, doing everything he can to both figure out how and regularly become the reason why.
After learning that Sig has vision problems in his blue eye, Klug took it upon himself to find a monocle or glasses that would fit the bug enthusiast, eventually settling on giving Sig a pair of glasses with one fake lens and one real one that he now wears frequently.
Sometimes, when Sig's really bored or tired, he'll go to the library with Klug and read books about bugs, astronomy or astrology.
On the rare occasion that the two are able to leave Primp, Klug usually brings Sig to [the in-universe equivalent to] a space observatory that Klug likes a lot.
AmiKlug:
Neither actually confessed their attraction towards each other directly; instead, Amitie simply connected the dots after she realized Klug had (quite literally) been clinging onto her all day.
As Amitie still struggles with staying awake during class, she tends to ask Klug for his notes. Klug eventually starts refusing to give them to her unless she kisses him, which turns into a Thing (/pos).
The two are both very easily flustered, so there isn't really much physical contact aside from cuddles when they're really tired.
On occasion, Amitie actually flirts with Klug. This is usually on accident and always ends with them both becoming blushing messes.
When Klug was very young (around five years old) he claimed that he wanted to marry Amitie. Although he's embarrassed by the fact now, he doesn't feel any need to retract his statement.
