Friends are found in unexpected places

Special mini chapter (chapter 11): In which Tamari receives their belongings

We didn't talk a lot on the ride back home, but that was because I took a different route home and Tamari was once again glued to the window, and I had the radio on. This different way went through a bunch of little side roads instead of the main ones, and it was faster. There were lots of pretty houses and trees to look at as you drive through as well, so that was a plus. 

We pulled into the driveway, and I noticed a brown cardboard box on the porch. This one was a normal size, but I couldn't remember ordering anything recently. I mentioned this package to Tamari, who responded with,

"Oh, that's probably for me."

I turned around in the my car seat to look at them. They were starting to get out of their seat. "Did you order something?" I asked them.

As they yanked open the car door, they hastily explained, " No, it's my stuff!" and they took off toward the porch. I followed them, and reached the porch as they were picking up the package.

That answered nothing to me. "Your... stuff?" 

"Yeah," Tamari said again, dashing off the porch and around to the unlocked door in the garage, almost knocking me over in the process. They didn't even shut the door behind them after going inside, and I followed them at a much slower pace. I closed the garage and the door to the house behind me, then walked through the kitchen to find Tamari opening the box on the floor. They really seemed to just be tearing it open, the scissors were sitting next to them, but it looked like they had just given up on them. It didn't take long for them rip through the tape, probably because they were an android and therefore inhumanly strong.

The tape breaking made a loud pop, louder than I thought it was going to be, and my startled gasp alerted Tamari to my existence. "See?" They gestured to the contents of the box. "It's my stuff."

I walked over to the box, kneeling down beside it and peering inside. Inside it sat a pair of metal claw-hand-things, that looked like they could replace Tamari's hands, a power cord (with an American plug, surprisingly), and a screwdriver.

"I knew I'd left my screwdriver at home," They announced, taking said screwdriver out of the box.

After everything had been removed from the box and had a place found for it, I picked up the box to throw it away. I realized that this would be a great time to see where, exactly, Tamari had come from. Surely, they weren't made by Makeship? I made sure I was out of sight of Tamari, then I peeked at the flap of the box, where the shipping label was. It was torn beyond legibility from Tamari using their hands to open the box earlier. Of course it was.

I suppose there wasn't any reason for me to know where they came from, anyways. It's not like I'm going to get rid of them.