ITP: Popsicles.

[anoathkept]

[suddenly, the pool is no longer filled with chlorine, and other items, but popsicles, of the long, slender, and blue-on-a-stick variety. don't forget salty.

standing near the edge of the pool is Roxas, who looks like he just got Christmas early]

I'm never gonna complain about there being too little of this stuff again.

Comments

[touch_fayth]

Hey, Roxas!

[anoathkept]

Hey. Want one?

[touch_fayth]

Sure! Hey that's your favorite, right?

[anoathkept]

Yeah. I dunno why camp's doing good right now, but I'm not gonna complain.

[touch_fayth]

It's weird like that. When I got really homesick it poofed in some dolls of people I know.

So Sora says this stuff is really salty.

[anoathkept]

Yeah, but it's a good kind of salty.

[touch_fayth]

He doesn't think I can take it. I'll show him...

*Fishing one out*

[anoathkept]

I dunno-Axel couldn't take it, but I think you're a lot tougher than him.

[touch_fayth]

Hells yeah I am.

*... Liiiiiicks. Then smacks a bit.*

Hey, this is pretty good! Kinda different.

[anoathkept]

I was right. You could handle it.

[touch_fayth]

*Nodnods with the popsicle stuck in her mouth*

[anoathkept]

If you really like it, I don't mind if you wanna take a bunch with you. ... Even Sora and I probably won't be able to eat all of this.

[touch_fayth]

Thanks.

[anoathkept]

You're welcome.

[touch_fayth]

Heh.

[anoathkept]

What?