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Bix gave them a deadpan stare.

"You asked for it."

He spun around and gave them a bumping look at his boxer breifs under the ruffles of that skirt.

Rep looked up and regretted all of his life choices up to this point. He also gave Harrison a rather bitter glare. At least when he was done with his cone there was more stuff to eat.

"Why the ******** are you encouraging this s**t to ******** happen?" he said irritably as he moved onto the next ice cream offering. It tasted ******** weird. He put it down. "This one tastes ******** up." he said with the same irritability as before.

But something was pretty ******** wrong, all the woe and misery were just being angled into something else, something a lot more ******** manic. "Is this s**t drugged?" he said, "Because I feel weird."

If there was a way for it to be even more hilarious they were all dressed up in these frilly outfits, Solomon still treating his visor as one would a face probably would do the trick. He pressed one palm to his cheek-visor in a bashful way at Milo's words. "You compliment me so, make my heart go doki-doki."

On the note of doki-doki, he sensed you over there, Blue-ranger.

He glanced between Peyton and Evan, before looking down at her and slowly giving her a masked look of suspicion. Mostly because the playful eyebrow raise was...well...visor happened.

Really he'd need to do something about that.

"Should take a picture." he suggested, "make it your phone background, it will definitely make you happy for a lonnggg time."

Robert tried not to peek at his phone every few seconds, and rested his head against her shoulder. "I have lots of ways to - Mimsy turn your phone off. Mimsy, Mimsy stop. Mimsy no - "

Too late.

He couldn't decide whether to laugh, or cry. He gently tried to take her phone out of her hands, it was hard, with the way his body was bouncing with held back laughter.

Maturity. He was doing it wrong.

Rep watched Bix dance with at first absolute wretched bitterness, picking the ice cream back up to finish it despite how weird it tasted. But the more he ate of the stuff the more tolerable Bix dancing like a complete tit became. It became almost tolerable before moving into the realm of being absolutely tolerable.

"Bix you are a good bloke." he volunteered. "Its nice of you to provide this service. You gotta use your hips more if you want a tip at any point. Maybe get in my lap . Cause lady you pretty fine. You look like you could use a hug."

Tracey said in his thoughts, the first word that day.

He raised a brow at Harrison. "Or you, everyone looks like they could use a bit of sugar today."

Jordan surreptitiously tucked his phone back into his apron pocket. (It was a new phone. This was a good half of why he was in a dress in the first place. The other half involved reactions like Robert's.) He quietly sidled back over to the truck where Allan was. "Um, Allan-taichou?" he ventured. "Where did you get this ice cream?"

He also collected Robert's order while he was at it, because what the hell, if this merry gathering was going to get merry, why not. He brought the assortment over and offered it to Robert with a raised eyebrow. "Russian roulette, anyone?" he inquired dryly.

At some point maybe Bix would become aware of Taym staring absently at the screen of his phone.

If he didn't, no matter. Taym, keeping his distance from the... strange... goings-on, planted himself firmly in Bix's line of sight and started making not-so-discreet arm-waving gestures. He was clearly not planning on going into the fray himself. He'd just close his eyes and pretend Bix was wearing men's clothes. He had science to do.