[ he sees the hook and lets the seat slide, capable of stopping it but choosing not to. his eyes turn to the screen as the film fades into the picture, ignoring kaiser inching closer into his space even as he notices it. he's not shifting in his seat, even if that's the natural inclination in his head, out of stubbornness alone. creatures do not control his life! this is why he shouldn't own pets, but why get one when club management handed him kaiser?
but right, the ice cream. ugh. don't look at it in disdain, don't give the brat the satisfaction. he carefully digs the spoon in, chipping past the top chocolate layer and into the cream, and brings up a hearty scoop. without time to contemplate if he would like it or not, he pushes it into his mouth. it's ludicrously sweet on his tongue, though the touch of bitter helps him take the damage. his nose does wrinkle against his will for a moment before he locks his muscles down.
(did he work hard to find it or did he just ask ness to do it? he decides it isn't worth bringing up.) ]
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but right, the ice cream. ugh. don't look at it in disdain, don't give the brat the satisfaction. he carefully digs the spoon in, chipping past the top chocolate layer and into the cream, and brings up a hearty scoop. without time to contemplate if he would like it or not, he pushes it into his mouth. it's ludicrously sweet on his tongue, though the touch of bitter helps him take the damage. his nose does wrinkle against his will for a moment before he locks his muscles down.
(did he work hard to find it or did he just ask ness to do it? he decides it isn't worth bringing up.) ]
It's ok. I'll finish it.