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Characters: Sora + Anyone
Location: Death Robbins
Rating: PG
Time: 10 December, Late Afternoon
Description: On his never ending quest to satisfy his ice cream craving, Sora finds the time to wander over to the renowned 'Death Robbins' ice creamery. Where hopefully yummyness awaits.
One might have argued that it was too cold for ice cream. Whoever that was, would not be able to dissuade Sora. There could have been snow piled higher than your average horse and he still would have chosen to consume an ice cream cone over a hot apple pie. Ice cream was by far the most delicious food in the universe, regardless of chosen flavour preference (his was vanilla and blueberry). He'd been alerted to the fact that Death City had its very own ice creamery when he had accidentally sat on his communicator and activated the map function. He had set out at once, and there was a strong possibility he had left the door unlocked in his excitement.
It was not long until he was there (there might have been some running involved), and he stood before the store in awe. Eighty-eight flavours? Had he died and gone to heaven? Possibly not, he'd lurked at ice creameries before, some which had boasted more flavours than this. But it was good to know if he was going to be stuck in this world, he was going to be stuck in it with eighty-eight different flavours of ice cream. Only one important question now remained, how much could he eat without being sick?
Well, two important questions, really. He didn't have any money, and was yet to discover if that was going to be a problem or not.
Location: Death Robbins
Rating: PG
Time: 10 December, Late Afternoon
Description: On his never ending quest to satisfy his ice cream craving, Sora finds the time to wander over to the renowned 'Death Robbins' ice creamery. Where hopefully yummyness awaits.
One might have argued that it was too cold for ice cream. Whoever that was, would not be able to dissuade Sora. There could have been snow piled higher than your average horse and he still would have chosen to consume an ice cream cone over a hot apple pie. Ice cream was by far the most delicious food in the universe, regardless of chosen flavour preference (his was vanilla and blueberry). He'd been alerted to the fact that Death City had its very own ice creamery when he had accidentally sat on his communicator and activated the map function. He had set out at once, and there was a strong possibility he had left the door unlocked in his excitement.
It was not long until he was there (there might have been some running involved), and he stood before the store in awe. Eighty-eight flavours? Had he died and gone to heaven? Possibly not, he'd lurked at ice creameries before, some which had boasted more flavours than this. But it was good to know if he was going to be stuck in this world, he was going to be stuck in it with eighty-eight different flavours of ice cream. Only one important question now remained, how much could he eat without being sick?
Well, two important questions, really. He didn't have any money, and was yet to discover if that was going to be a problem or not.