itp: ice creaaaaaaaam.
[near the front entrance of the Mess Hall, there is a banner hanging, and it's really quite, well, dazzling]
HAPPY 365TH DAY IN CAMP, ROXAS!
[though by certain cat-counters, it's the 366th day. whatever, at any rate, below the banner are several tubs of ice cream, a thing of fudge, caramel, chocolate bits, and other things. standing behind them with a bemused expression is a boy with blond hair in a red and white stripped apron with an ice cream scoop in his hand]
-Hey! Are you trying to tell me I don't share my ice cream enough?
... I can't believe I've been here for a year.
(( SLOWER FOR IDOL. Still replying sporadically. ))
HAPPY 365TH DAY IN CAMP, ROXAS!
[though by certain cat-counters, it's the 366th day. whatever, at any rate, below the banner are several tubs of ice cream, a thing of fudge, caramel, chocolate bits, and other things. standing behind them with a bemused expression is a boy with blond hair in a red and white stripped apron with an ice cream scoop in his hand]
-Hey! Are you trying to tell me I don't share my ice cream enough?
... I can't believe I've been here for a year.
(( SLOWER FOR IDOL. Still replying sporadically. ))