Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
The complexities of who is and isn't meat and the feigned outrage over icecream codes of conduct is momentarily forgotten as he gets ahold of her. "Hhhuuuuup" he gasps audibly, the sound at strong odds among a curtain of laughter. Heeans over her shoulder a bit more, properly peering down at her attire, the hand she's holding stroking the plush robe back and forth. "Is this made from baby unicorns and clouds or what?! I think this is the softest thing I've ever felt." it certainly doesn't hurt that her chest is just below the pattern of his touch, something he becomes aware of after a sweep or two, and though he can't accurately feel her through all the softness of shaved chinchillas or whatever it's made of, it adds a certain something to the experience to be sure.
The integrity of his icecream standings is still at stake though, so he withdraws a bit, kissing the top of her head as it tilts back into range. "You are absolutely one of those freaks who sets the icecream out on the counter to thaw first, huh?" His own glittering state of accusation lands on her, head tipping down to grant her the full scorch of the look. "Tell me, how many times has Spice had to save a pint for you after you forgot about it?" He's betting she's failed at least once, because much as he'd liken her to a dream or a goddess, she's still human, utterly flawed, especially with frozen treat tragedies. "Just sounds like you haven't even tried to eat ice cream with a fork, and I gotta say, you're missing out."
The integrity of his icecream standings is still at stake though, so he withdraws a bit, kissing the top of her head as it tilts back into range. "You are absolutely one of those freaks who sets the icecream out on the counter to thaw first, huh?" His own glittering state of accusation lands on her, head tipping down to grant her the full scorch of the look. "Tell me, how many times has Spice had to save a pint for you after you forgot about it?" He's betting she's failed at least once, because much as he'd liken her to a dream or a goddess, she's still human, utterly flawed, especially with frozen treat tragedies. "Just sounds like you haven't even tried to eat ice cream with a fork, and I gotta say, you're missing out."
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
