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

[anenduringoath]

--Whoa! Not bad!

[touch_fayth]

Camp doesn't fail all the time.

[anenduringoath]

First cupcakes, then marshmallows, now this -- I'd say this is pretty good!

[touch_fayth]

... We got cupcakes and I missed it?

[anenduringoath]

Yeah, some guy in red the other day -- he was giving out cupcakes if you told him something interesting.

[touch_fayth]

Maaaaaaaan...

[anenduringoath]

Next time, I'll save you one, okay?

[touch_fayth]

'Kay! You too.

[anenduringoath]

It's a deal! We'll both save stuff for each other.

[touch_fayth]

Cool! It's like you're an honorary Gullwing, heh.

[anenduringoath]

Gullwing?

[touch_fayth]

Yeah, our sphere hunting group.

[anenduringoath]

Oh, right -- you and the other two?

[touch_fayth]

Yep-yep!

[anenduringoath]

Thought so. You guys were treasure-hunters in general, when I met you.

[touch_fayth]

I guess that explains why when Maleficent turned me into a fairy-thinger the first time, with that creepy spinning wheel, I went around trying to rip everyone off. I even got a few other people to touch it. I felt kinda bad afterwards, and tried to give people their stuff back.