XII.

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy's been a little wary of this ice cream business. The guy running the thing gives him the creeps, for one. And, well, he's been around enough magical food to learn to be wary of it

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dictated;

[soldarius]

You didn't eat the ice cream, did you?

Maybe it wants to spring something on us when we're least suspecting it.

dictated;

[hellshaped]

Not a chance. Did you?

That'd be par for the course.

dictated;

[soldarius]

No; Valentine's was the first and last I ate something castle produced.

I give it another month before something happens.

dictated;

[hellshaped]

I think I heard about that. Probably a smart move.

Maybe we should start a betting pool.

[covetly]

[ he won't be alone there for long! c: FLASK-CHAN IS HERE. And becasue she doesn't see the journal when she approaches him from behind-- ]

...Who are you talking to?

[hellshaped]

[Hi Amoretta hi!!

Hellboy looks over his shoulder, doing that weird grimace/smile thing when he sees her. You are just the best thing ever, okay, please hang around forever.

-- oh but she was asking a question, not just putting herself there to be adored. Hellboy lifts the journal so she can see.]

I guess it is kind of a weird thing to see. Like when people walk around with headsets on.

[covetly]

Headsets...? [ c: she is the perfect mood setter. Like incense, only for your eyes. ]

[hellshaped]

You know, like for cell phones. -- oh, maybe you don't know what those are. [She is the best thing, it's absolutely true!]

[clarklike]

I wouldn't be surprised. It sounds like something the castle would do, wanting everyone to focus our attention on it and it alone.

OH MY GOD i didn't get a notif for this FFFFFF

[hellshaped]

Horrible, selfish thing.