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Who: Shion/Xion and you!
What: WARKING. WARK WARK WARK. Also known as Shion doesn't have a social life lately. This needs to change badly.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Her part-time job at the ice cream shop!

It'd been a while since she'd touched her notebook. Of course-- some of it had had to do with her course work. And some of it with where she was at now. Summer jobs. Gotta love 'em. Or maybe not. But it was a good distraction. And okay for the most part. Save when the crazy kids made a mess of everything with their sticky fingers and their sugar rush antics. But there were perks to it, too. Like, you know. Free ice cream. And relatively happy customers. And was "good distraction" mentioned in that before? Ah, let's just list it again.

Only that was... really the thing that day. Because all that being said and done, it was only a good distraction if there were actually customers around. Which there.... weren't at the moment. Keeping busy in other ways could only go so far. Could only wipe down the counters, tables, and cases so many times before that got mundane and who knew when was the last time those windows got a good cleaning? Yeah... She wasn't about to touch those. But with some much time to kill yet...

She took a good look around back and forth to see if her co-worker was looking before starting to doodle onto the condensation of the case...

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Isaac and Miria had tried to stay away from the network. Really. They wanted normalcy, no crazy things in their life, no sir. But, at some point, the temptation was so overpowering, there was only one solution.

Ice cream run.

And so, the Dian couple burst into the diner. With determination! And soon, they stepped up to the counter. With determination!

Edited 2013-07-09 04:38 (UTC)

It had, incidentally, been some time since Winter had sated her sweet tooth - call it childish, but she liked ice cream. With everything that had been happening lately, she just wanted to take a break from all of this weird business. And what better way than to get an ice cream cone and relax for an afternoon, maybe with a book that didn't give her weird memories and the ability to selectively speak languages she didn't understand?

With that somewhat random thought in her head, Winter found herself peering into the windows of the ice cream parlor, Raquel held in her arms, a small bag hanging from her shoulder, and a look of curiosity on her face.

Neku wasn't normally a sweets person, but with it being so hot today he didn't have many other ideas. He comes into the ice cream store, stuffing his new randomly-found headphones into his art bag as he approaches the counter.

Ben was on his way home from his internship when he remembered he'd promised Ciel he'd pick up dessert for them ~~mostly for Ciel~~. At that point, he wasn't willing to backtrack to the closest grocery store - but hey, there was a convenient ice cream place right ahead. It was summer, ice cream was always good in summer, and Ciel would probably prefer it over any sort of cupcakes or whatever.

So, with a little tinkle of the bell, the door opened and a young blond man stepped in, bag over one shoulder as he glanced around.

Normalcy would be nice. Definitely nice.

Normalcy would be even better when it actually happened. Which it seemed like it didn't want to happen. Because seriously. She was used to sports teams or young teens zipping in like that. Not... them. Definitely not.

Which might explain the way she jolted when she heard the door slam open like it did, bell swinging like crazy. She took a moment to just... blink at the couple that now stood before her. ...And blink again.

Oh. Right. Words. "Uh... Can I- help you...?" You do not see her slowly wiping off the case where she was writing something, nope...

You know that feeling you get when you feel like someone's... watching you? Yeah, that was exactly the hunch that Shion got after a moment. Of course, she had been kinda... paranoid lately, too, so she'd been trying to ignore it. But eventually, she could resist no more. Her gaze cast upwards to the empty shop, lingering over the small assortment of tables... before trailing over to the big windows.

It was there that she spotted a girl staring in. Not particularly at her which was a relief, but... hm... And she was holding a stuffed animal? Little bit old to be carrying one of those around? (Shh. She totally doesn't own some still.) But whatever made her happy, Shion supposed. Still, maybe she... Shion finally scooted around the counter, crossing through to the door. She opened it carefully so as not to smack the girl outside with it before beckoning, "Uh... We're still open. Just a little dead."

Edited 2013-07-10 00:51 (UTC)

Hearing the footsteps approaching the counter, Shion finally glanced up from the case. Not before smudging whatever she was doing, but regardless, there she was, all ready to work! Yeah! ...Yeah, okay, she wasn't that enthusiastic about things, but she was at least attentive.

"Are you.. ready to order?"

Well, that was a sight for sore eyes. The last person she expected was someone in town she knew. ...Well. Kinda knew. But maybe not. She'd spoken to the one brother at least. Over the numbers network thing of all places! The other, well... but he had helped her out, so he was good in her books. Either or.

Least to say, when she looked up to see who popped in, she couldn't hide her surprise. "Oh, hi!" Ciel? Ben? ...Not sure. They were identical, Ben had said. Gambling could prove to run ugly...

It's ok. Neku doesn't expect that much enthusiasm from what is probably a minimum wage food service job. "Uh, yea. Can I just get a small cone with cookies and cream?"

Isaac leaned on the front counter.

"Yes! I would like a scoop of cookies and cream!" His voice was loud and more than a little boisterous. Miria immediately followed.

"And I'd like two scoops of Rainbow Sherbet!"

"Please and thank you!"

Both say this with a completely stoic demeanor and sincerity.

Loud was an understatement. But loud was also a bit of home to her. Just not usually at this hour on this day. Kinda reserved for Fridays and weekends. All the same, she slowly recovered from the initial awkward, an added one when they spoke in unison like that, and grabbed a cone. Soon, she had one finished and handed out.

As she worked on the other, she couldn't help but inquire, "Do you always... you know. Talk together like that? In unison."

Right on the money there. Or. Almost lack there of. Still, didn't hurt to be attentive. Especially when, you know. Don't exactly wanna go messing up an order. She nodded all the same, grabbing a cone and scooping up some of the desired flavor. ...Oh. Right.

"How many scoops?"

Isaac was devouring the ice cream (when a hungry Miria watching eagerly) when they pocessed the question. Both froze on the spot. Oh dear, was that odd? They certainly don't want anyone to think they were strange or anything.

"I, uh, maybe? I guess, sometimes?"

"He means, uh, yeah.... Just occasionally. On accident. Upon occasion. Occasionally. You know."

"Accidentally. It happens, sometimes."

The greeting took him aback a little and he gave her a look of some surprise; from her words, she knew him, or thought she did, while he... didn't. Lots of enthusiasm tended to make him a little skittish. He stopped in the doorway, looking at her for a second, before replying. "Uhh... hi..."

Had she been in a class with him? He tended to be more outspoken in classes than just walking around town, so maybe she recognized him from that? She looked about the right age.

Look of utter confusion? Check. Thinking she might be one of those insane greeters? Double check. Remembering that she had never spoken face to face with one of them? Triple check.

So, to that end, that. Well, only meant one thing. But uh... How to break the ice without sounding crazy. She took a moment to glance over at the backroom... then back at Ben. Then back at the room. Then back at the Ben again. And she might be... waving him over. Get closer to the counter, sir.

This was the part where Shion would like to say that they certainly weren't helping themselves. But this was also the part where just couldn't even if she wanted to because she was just... trying. Not to laugh. Might require covering her mouth as she stifled it. Still didn't do a very good job there, but eh, she tried. It also might help that she goes for that second scoop of sherbet before she handed it off to Miria.

"If you say so."

The final nail in the coffin for her supposition probably came when he started walking over - after a glance around of his own, and not without a small look of what the fuck on his face - and his walk wasn't exactly... straight. There was a definite limp there, his right leg canted out to the side a little and not able to properly move in its socket. It didn't seem to slow him down, but it was a definite clue that sports wouldn't be very easy for him.

But approach he did, more and more mystified as he walked. "Uhh... I... just want some ice cream..."

That limp was unmistakable. Not that she was... Okay, maybe she was kinda eyeing it a little more than she should because things were clicking even more. That had to be the injury he was talking about. But she knew she really shouldn't be staring, so she did manage to yank her attention away after a moment. Thankfully, before he had come to a stop at the open counter she had zipped over to, but still. Leetle bit obvious there.

At his request, she responded maybe just a little louder than usual, "Oh, sure! What can I get you?" In the meantime, her hand rose up to hold a finger to her lips before she leaned forward. When she spoke again, her voice was that of a whisper. "Ben, right? You were at the competition with Ciel?"

And she's laughing. Were they funny? A whole bunch of questions ran through their minds... before they were distracted by the new ice cream.

"Oh, thank you!" Miria starts excitedly licking the ice cream. "Mmmmmmm... That's delicious!"

Isaac watched her eat for a moment before speaking up. "Why rainbow sherbet?"

"It kinda has different flavors all together, except not really." Suddenly, she turns to Shion. "What's your favorite flavor?"

Just the opening of the door seemed to startle Winter a little bit, but she recovered quickly, trying to smile. "O-oh! I just... wasn't sure, so I t-thought I'd look inside."

With the door being held open, she scooted inside quickly, sighing, and taking a long look at the coolers - what kind of ice cream to get...? Along the way, though, she glanced at the girl that was working the shop - she wasn't sure she remembered this girl, though not having been here for a little while might have helped with that.

Personality and impressions not withstanding, Ciel wasn't without his own mild sense of responsibility. If nothing, he considered that the whole of it demonstrated just that he was good at what he did. Unfortunately, there was the fact that such a thing still took a toll on him. What is this activity that seems to have the 'younger' of the Renard brothers looking pretty beat on his way home? Sous chef at one of the higher-end steak and seafood joints nearby. Yup, the lunch to early dinner shift had just let up and now he was on his way home.

And damn was he tired.

But what was that? Feeling his sweet tooth acting up at the sight of the shop sign, he shifts his weight on his skateboard and adjusts his vector as the wheels glide over the concrete. His direction carries him to the door of the ice cream shop -at a speed and angle that probably should have pancaked him against the glass. Instead he pushes the door open and uses the metal floor plate to help kick his board up behind him for his hand to snatch up as he walks in with the telltale chime behind him.

Oh look. Someone he knew. Sorta.

"Heh, you look as bored as I feel sometimes." Ciel remarks playfully with a smirk.

"Just one." Not a sweets person at all. Honestly he might just stay in here for the AC if he's allowed.

Yeah, she totally did just laugh. Probably wasn't the best way to deal with customers. Whoops. Oh well. They didn't seem offended at least. But they did seem really crazy about that ice cream. Not that she could really blame them. They weren't the only ones who were big fans. But favorite? That... hmm... She stood there with her head cocked to the side, the scoop forgotten in the bin of sherbet as she thought.

"I'm- not really sure. I like a lot of flavors." She totally didn't "sample" of them either in the first week she started there either. Nope. Not at all. Still, that was broad. "I guess if I had to pick though, I really like sea-salt caramel?" Something about it...

Well, someone was certainly uneasy. Maybe she, herself, was being a bit too forward? All the same, after letting Winter in, she started back to the counter. It wasn't without another pause though.

"Are you.. new around here?" Not to... you know. Be rude. But she couldn't help but feel like she was getting that vibe.

She seemed to be thinking hard about the question. Good! The couple liked it when people took them seriously. It made them uncomfortable when people seemed to think they were strange. They don't want to be off-putting or anything. That would be lonely. Which is bad.

" 'Sea-salt caramel', eh? I don't think I've ever had that before..."

Isaac rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Well, if Miria got two scoops, why shouldn't he?

"Alright, I'll take a scoop of that too!"

He's already fishing through his wallet to pay for the previous ice cream along with the new order.

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