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[cloakanddaikon]

[Outside the mess hall, just as the sun begins to set, there's a Nobody who has, it seemed, managed to find an old-fashioned ice cream churn. Every so often, he pauses to check the thickening pale blue cream inside, adding salt not only to the ice around the central container, but to the ice cream itself]

There. That should about do it.

Comments

[paradigmlost]

[my ice cream senses are tingling]

[paradigmlost]

Whaaaaaat.

[simplicikey]

Is that what I think it is?

[paradigmlost]

Looks like it to me.

[simplicikey]

Huh.

[paradigmlost]

... you gonna just stare at it?

[simplicikey]

I don't see you heading for it.

[paradigmlost]

That's 'cause he's standing there.

[simplicikey]

So you'd take it if he wasn't?

[paradigmlost]

Maaaaybe.

[simplicikey]

Roxas, you can be pretty sneaky.

[paradigmlost]

Shut up. You're just as bad.

[simplicikey]

I am not.

[paradigmlost]

You're the one stealing chests all over the place.

[simplicikey]

You can't blame me for being curious about a chest in the jungle.

[paradigmlost]

Jungle, fine. But in town?