ninth battle

[whitleas]

[Castelia City is a grand, magnificent city by the harbor, an ever-changing metropolis where all kinds of people can be found. Here, the hustle and bustle of city life rule, and people charge past each other in a bid to win the rat race

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heyas :D

[waterfell]

[Hey Whitlea, remember your cousin?

Really? Because she's sure been waiting on you a long time. Ami looks a little put-out, not to say angry, and she folds her arms across her chest instead of reaching for the ice cream cone at first.]

You're late. [Yes, Ami, Whitlea knows this.]

welp HI

[whitleas]

I know that! Sheesh, I just told you the lines were long, didn't I?

[She huffs, but dares not cross her arms as well, for fear of spilling the ice cream. She's not sure if she has enough money left for it, nor is she sure if she can stand in line again.]

hihi

[waterfell]

Next time you tell someone to take time away from a busy schedule, be there.

[So there. It has nothing to do with being disappointed at not seeing you more.]

[whitleas]

Sorry. Casteliacone is really popular, so of course it would have long lines.

here have a tate c:

[ghostpsychosis]

[He's settled himself on a bench, arms stretched out over the back of the bench. The thing is, he can't really remember why wants to be here in the first place, but he's decided to show up. When Whitlea shows up, he glances up to her, quirking an eyebrow at the ice cream. He can't remember the last time he ate.]

Is it?

[whitleas]

[She grins.]

Yep! It's the best ice cream in the world. [Okay, she's exaggerating here, but only slightly. Healing items, FTW.]

[ghostpsychosis]

[He eyes the ice cream, a little skeptical about that.]

You've tried every ice cream in the world?

[He's just teasing.]