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Uh-huh.

I don't think I've ever seen someone finish an entire ice cream quite that fast. [Her tone is one of wonder.]

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I want more.

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Mmk. [She digs out her wallet and pulls out a five and shoves it at him.] Go wild.

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[ He grabs the money, pockets it.... and rolls off the bench onto the damp grass. ]

Ugh.

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... wow. [For a couple of seconds she just... stares, not really sure what to do.

And then she cautiously gets up, carefully wielding her own ice cream cone away to keep it safe from harm, and extends a hand to him.] C'mon. Gotta get up if you want more ice cream.

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[ He grabs on and eventually, through much struggling and whining, gets to his feet. ]

Okay... Okay, I can do it. I can do this thing.

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Do you...

Need...

Help......? [As much as it pains her to say.]

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No. [ Rocky begins to play in the background. He walks towards the ice cream stand. He buys his ice cream. He kinda teeters back to the bench, plops down, and stares at his ice cream intently. ]

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Aaaalright then.

Good job. A+ for Karson. You get ice cream and a gold star.

[Avery breaks off a chunk of her candy icecream coating and chews on it while watching him out of the corner of her eye.]

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[ its a staring contest between karson and his rapidly melting ice cream ]

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[Slowly, gently, like approaching a wild bear, Avery reaches over to grab Karson's wrist and carefully guides the icecream to his face.]

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[ it touches his face. he is still staring, cross-eyed now. ]

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gently smears the icecream against his face]

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[Sufficiently papped, Avery removes her hand from his person and watches him fumble about.] Good to know you aren't dead yet.

[And then she proceeds to continue to eat her icecream like an actual fucking human being.]

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Grughurhguhrughhhh. [ Back to staring at his ice cream, but with more fury than zoning the fuck out. ]

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Dude.

Don't waste the ice cream. It didn't do anything to you. Put it in your mouth, Karson.

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Do you want it? 'm starting to feel sick.

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Jesus fuck, Karson.

[She gets up to go get a to-go cup to put the ice cream in. She really does not want it, especially after it's been rubbed on his face. He'll probably feel better in ten minutes and want it again.

After giving the woman at the counter a bemused shrug, she toddles back over to Karson and presents the to-go cup.] Here. Just. Put it in there. God, you're hopeless.

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Crab'll eat it.

[ he takes the cup and drops it in. ]

At least, he'll eat the cone. He can't have the chocolate. [ staring sadly at the to-go cup. this is defeat... ]

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Yeah I dunno if it's so good to give your dog that much icecream. [Meanwhile, Avery is just now getting down to her cone. She takes a big, frosty bite out of it, then hums in both crunchy-cone enjoyment and fuck-that's-cold-my-poor-teeth pain. She studies him out of the corner of her eye, not sure about how to even go about dealing with this situation.

To be honest, she's not sure she even wants to deal with it, except that after spending so much time bothering him she would kinda feel like an ass if she just ditched him because he was having a shit time.]

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[ he scoops up some ice cream with his fingers and kinda snacks a lil bit ]

I make sure to limit how much he gets. He'll be fine.

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I guess you wouldn't be the first one to feed their dog ice cream. [She shrugs. She's let her cat lick shit before too, so it's not like she's free of guilt.]

So, uh...

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[ He lays his head on the table. ]

Kill me.

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Uhhhh yeah I don't want to go to jail, we don't need any more incarcerated Striders in the world. Why don't you just... [aaaaand she has no suggestions.]