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counterclock

or uh something like that

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enrages

yeah

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counterclock

so...good talk bro

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enrages

high fives all around for team emotions wow.

Edited Date: 2013-08-14 05:50 am (UTC)

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counterclock

i feel like we need icecream or something

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enrages

if you buy it, i'm game.

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counterclock

sure thing babe where do you usually go

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enrages

[ insert icecream place here ]

meet you there in 20.
i gotta walk, since i don't trust myself driving this tired.

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counterclock

sure thing

[and then avery shows up at the icecream place, cruising on her repaired skateboard. she doesn't bother with the cheapo sunglasses she bought to tide her over until her raybans were replaced, since it's already well into the night and the streetlights don't bother her eyes.

she gets there before him, but it's not too long before he shows up. she doesn't call out, but she does lift a hand in greeting, jamming her phone in her pocket with the other.]

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enrages

[ It is pretty obvious that he is dragging himself along. There are nearly black bags under his half-lidded eyes, and it's a wonder that he can even walk in a straight line. But his determination for ice cream is all encompassing and powerful. He will not be deterred. ]

Hey. [ His voice is ridiculously hoarse by this point and is punctuated with a yawn. Karson's entire life is a fucking mess. ]

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counterclock

Damn, kid. You weren't joking about the no sleep thing. C'mon, icecream fixes everything.

Or at least it's a damn good placebo. [She rotates her shoulder in a clumsy gesture toward the tiny ice cream shack window and then pushes off the wall and starts walking toward it.] Y'know what you want or do you need a minute?

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enrages

One scoop chocolate fudge, one scoop superman. In that order. Waffle cone. [ While she approaches the stand to order, he threatens a small child off one of the two shitty picnic benches available and plops down. His butt is probably now wet from rain earlier that day, but the fucks he could possibly give are completely nonexistent. ]

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counterclock

You're an artist, kid, [she comments dryly, before waltzing over to the window and placing their order. After a few minutes she approaches the slightly waterlogged picnic bench with a waffle cone and a twist softserve cone with a cherry dip and reluctantly sits beside him, wincing a little as her butt gets damp.]

Here. Enjoy.

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enrages

[ He drags his head up from its 'kill me now' position on the table to accept his ice cream with dignity and grace. ]

Thanks. [ DEVOURS THE SHIT OUT OF THIS ICE CREAM. ]

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counterclock

[With the precision of an artist, Avery bites the top of her cherry coating off and proceeds to suck the melty icecream through this funnel like it's some kind of shake through a straw. If she was going to consume it like this the question might stand about why she didn't just order a shake, but then again anyone who might ask that question could go fuck themselves.

You can't dip a shake in waxy cherry coating, okay.

She inelegantly slurps her icecream in silence for a few moments, before turning to eye Karson.] You look like you haven't eaten in a year.

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enrages

I'm in a constant state of wanting to eat everything and throw up at the same time. That's what tired does to you.

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counterclock

I've had my share of insomnia but I can't say I've partaken in that particular sensation before, unfortunately...

[She watches him like one watches a very slow car crash.]

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enrages

[ Finishes ice cream. Facedown on table again. ]

I can promise: it's fucking miserable. Be thankful you've never had that wonderful mix of emotions.

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counterclock

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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enrages

I want more.

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counterclock

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

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enrages

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

Ugh.

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counterclock

... 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.