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[ ignores the strange looks from the passing drivers as he travels leisurely on his scooter. the sound of the characteristic putt putt putt noise of his transportation fills the driveway when he arrives in front of the mansion. it takes him another minute (or two) to properly park & put the machine to rest.

straightens & leans back in the seat a little as he takes out his phone to quickly type a text message: let me be your guest, mademoiselle & looks up toward a window to wait. ]

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[ turns away when he receives a teasing smile from the cashier. immediately starts munching on his while he uses his other hand to touch her elbow to lead them back outside. ]

[ completely misses the look as she continues to eat her ice cream, looking thoroughly pleased. hooks her arm around anthony's free one as they go along while her face blossoms warmly in happiness. ]

[ noms on his ice cream in silence until they get back to his scooter. gently pulls from her grip to sit down first before offering his cone up towards her. ]

Bites?

[ nods excitedly but does not take a bite just yet, too busy (carefully) seating herself on the edge of one of anthony's thighs. leans a little to finally take a small bite of his ice cream. ]

[ looks down at her in surprise, but responds by loosely putting his arm around her to brace her. gives the ice cream another nudge. ]

Two more left.

[ leans back on him lightly, pausing in eating her ice cream to peer at his. ]

I'm gonna get fat.

[ --but takes another small bite anyway. ]

[ nudges for the last bite. ]

Just like how I'm 200 pounds.

You're not, but Tony probably is.

[ then proceeds to nom. ]

[ corner of his lips might be twitching a bit. or a lot. ]

If we're talking about Tony, then 300 pounds.

Maybe we should put him on a diet.

500 calories vegetarian diet.

[ laughs and nudges his head lightly with her own, quickly eating the rest of her ice cream before getting up and tossing the empty cup away in one of the trash cans nearby. trots back just as quickly, hopping on the back of anthony's scooter before snapping on the helmet. ]

Ready when you are!

[ has the last bit of the waffle cone sticking out of his mouth when she returns. chews through the rest of his treat while he proceeds to start up the putt putt putt noise again. a thought strikes him when success is met, making him crane his head back. ]

Do you have any clothes leftover from your uncle that I can borrow for tonight?

[ wraps her arms around his middle, humming out a thoughtful sound. ]

I think I have one of his old dress shirts that I use as sleepwear sometimes.

[ ... choose not to question this. ]

As long as I don't wake up with rashes.

[ puffs out her cheeks. ]

Why would you wake up with rashes?

I could have a deathly horse allergy.

Then you wouldn't be able to even be around him, sillyhead.

Your logic is not welcomed here.

Then should I keep quiet for the rest of the ride home~?

No. I must convert you away from logic.

And how will you accomplish that, darling.

You could sing a song with me.

[ eyes light up. ]

What kind of song?

[ starts it off in his monotone voice. ]

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, de-li-li-lii. . .