゚ 〢 ✕ // 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ⸻ // ⌜ @avvem ⌟ asked :
... Mr. Krüger, I brought you an ice-cream. :'^)
❛ ℎ𝑚 … ? ❜ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 , eye on the treat before him / cold, deformed / melted in the time it must have taken to get here. He sits, silent ; expression frozen on the gesture. A flash over the hand / small, delicate, squealing ecstasy. ( no, it’s melting ! ) another hands reaches out , from his own body ( eat it fast, faye⸻⸺—
try some too, eren ) .
He blinks. His hand mimicked the memory, and he draws it only over the side of the cone, where a drop was sliding off its side. ❛ … I’m not very hungry. ❜ He tells him, curling a finger up to catch a snow - white trickle of it. He brings a taste of it to his lips , a slight acceptance , but he can’t bring himself to accept any more. ❛ But thank you, Falco. You should enjoy it yourself before it melts. ❜
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