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Fini just gave a shrug of her shoulders, posing a bit as Nevada pet her kitty ears. "Yes, master." She winked and took a moment to glance around at all the 'pretty lades and men'. Which had her catching a peek at Bix. And then she really did face-palm. "Nev, is it bad that I feel some of the boys look better than I do?"

And then she realized what Nevada had said and a huge, very girly, grin sprang across her lips. "Girlfriend?! Heee she must be one lucky gal to snare you~" Fini teased, pawing at Nevada. "Where is she? I could wait on both of you if you like." She felt safer doing that anyways.

America nodded sagely, "You gotta be able to get in fights with your friends sometimes, otherwise how'll you know they stick by you when s**t gets rough." She nodded to the little cluster around Rep's wheelchair, "Had to have been right ugly, probably still is, but...strong bonds."

The offer lit up her eyes, "Yeah, grab me a Bomb Pop, will ya?" Her expression turned stern as the redhead continued, "You know which one."

Evan was all about taking one for the good of the team, but god damn these shoes were killing his feet, and it was obvious that Allan hadn't taken into consideration the sheer size of some of his trainees when he had picked out these costumes.

Then again, it was Allan, so Evan wasn't really surprised. As long as he didn't have to move around too much, he'd probably be okay.

Milo received a long suffering stare in response to his wink, one that ended with a tiny up twitch of painted lips. A very small, very forced smile as way of greeting. At least, she reasoned mentally, she wasn't a boy. As uncomfortable as she might have felt, it was probably nothing to the rest of her mostly male division.

Sol's nudge pulled her attention up to him, and she gave him an incredulous look before offering up a resigned sort of sigh and moving up to stand more or less at his side rather then hiding behind him. "You think so?"

She gave both boys another, more appraising sort of look over before another of the Sun division's male members wandered into view. Evan looked exactly like what he was. A large man in a little frilly dress. Peyton snorted, pressing her face into Sol's arm to muffle the sudden bubbling laughter.

As strong-willed and stubborn as Mimsy could be, there was only so much she could take: the music from the truck was distracting enough as it was, so it didn't require too much convincing from Robert to get her to set aside her work for the sake of getting ice cream. It would just be a short trip, she reasoned, and the dessert would presumably keep him occupied on the way back. Risks were low. They could return in a matter of minutes. When she thought about it, there were few methods as simple as this one to gain the upper hand.

Not that she particularly needed it, but there was comfort in increasing her margin of error.

The Suns in maid attire was somehow normal enough to not be acknowledged, but it took a few insistent attempts and the promise of a 500% tip to get the nearest overly-obedient catmaid to bring her literally anything. She casually glanced at Kostya while the trainee fetched her ice cream, and was staring with a look of mild disgust by the time a Batman bar was in her hand. What kind of game was he playing? A awful one, in any case.

Her expression was sour when she turned her attention back to Robert, one Batman ear in her mouth. She bit it off.

"Delicious," she remarked, in a tone that suspiciously sounded like she didn't think it was very delicious. The ice cream melted on her tongue, and she had begun to search for a place to throw the rest of it away when she abruptly stopped, closed her eyes, and looked nothing less than euphorically happy.

"Mmm," she sighed, nibbling on ice-cream-Batman's other ear while gazing up at Robert with the kind of adoration that could only be achieved by enjoying an unbelievably satisfying ambrosial dessert while looking at the flawless visage of your godlike soulmate. "This is...indescribable. Please share this with me. Please share everything with me. I think that I might die if you refuse. It pains me to even think that you might--"

But she wasn't really giving him much of a chance to say anything at all, because the remainder of the ice cream was being urged towards him. She bit her lip and tried to look as hopeful as she could.

Finn had been bored out of his mind and would have said anything to get out of that horrible infirmary, if only for an hour or two. He'd heard talk from the nursing staff of the goings on outside in the training field, and while he didn't actually give a s**t about ice cream, he did use it as an excuse to get permission to leave, and once that permission had been acquired, he had then bombarded Ripley with texts, promising him anything he had to, if only to get him to come and help him out of his bed, into some half decent clothes, and out the door into the warm, welcoming air that didn't stink of near death and disinfectant.

He had refused the offer of a wheelchair, wanting to walk on his own two legs, though that meant relying quite heavily on using Ripley as a crutch. Each step was laborious, and there was plenty of pain to go with it, but it was worth it! Absolutely, completely, without a doubt worth it.

Until they actually got to the training field, both getting an eye full of many burly men in maids uniforms with very few women to go along with them.

Well..that kind of sucked. But it was still better then lying in a bed all day staring at the ceiling with only his own morbid thoughts to keep him company.

"Table." Was the first thing he said, feeling more then slightly winded, while nodding towards an empty one.

And then he saw her, his breath cutting off abruptly, his eye narrowing. Of course she would be here, flouncing around in a maid out fit and cat ears, looking perfectly ******** happy while he lay in a hospital bed to ******** rot. His lips twitched up into a cold smile as he staggered his way over to the picnic table bench and eased himself down with Ripley's help.

He then pointed at Fini.

"I want that. But of course, I always want what I apparently can no longer have." His smile slipped away and he glanced over towards the ice cream van.

"Ice cream sandwhich if they have any. The chocolate chip cookie kind."

And then almost as an afterthought, his could smile making it's return.

"Pleeeeeaaasee?"

There may have been a certain mist hunter staring at this whole ordeal incredulously, finding it perfect, over the top, and a little bit of a miser, considering a) it was now pretty much winter, even if it didn't feel like winter, and b) he was pretty lactose intolerant and didn't feel like attempting the incredible.

But oh my god.
Kawaiis.

That was the word right?

Pointed glance.

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"Ice cream ice cream ICE CREAM ICE CREAM ICE CREAM-" Robert practically skipped over to the ice cream truck, a giant man with an anchor of a hesitant woman keeping him from flying forward like a dog off its leash. They were finally there, and he was still looking at all of the choices when she asked him to share.

Well, more than asked.

"I want that one, and that one, and OH MY GOD A BATMAN ONE AND THERE'S A NINJA TURTLES-" The Batman ice cream that Mimsy had shared with him was stuffed in his mouth, and he almost choked on it. A giant bite was taken, before he gave it back to her. "Fank foo!" He mumbled out through the ice cream, savoring the freezing deliciousness for several seconds before swallowing it down.

....

And surprisingly, not much changed.

"WAITRESS." He called out, to .. well .. any of them. "Can I get one of everything?" That was the only right answer here. He wrapped one arm around Mimsy, and left a very cold kiss on her neck before he began to vibrate with excitement.

"IcecreamIcecreamIcecreamIcecreamIcecreamIcecream-"