Iggy stood in front of the create-your-own hot chocolate bar, cup in hand, shaking his head in disbelief as it overflowed and hot liquid spilt onto his hand. He had added all the essential toppings (whip cream, sprinkles, chocolate chips, caramel drizzle) and then decided at the last minute to pour more hot chocolate into his cup on top of all the toppings so he could ensure that his cup was indeed full. Of course, this hadn’t worked out the best for him and now he was sucking air in between his teeth at the pain he felt in his hand from the hot liquid. “Motherfucker” He groaned, turning around frantically, still holding the cup, liquid sloshing over the sides as he looked for somewhere to set it down or napkins to wipe up the drink that was quickly soaking into the sleeve of his coat. “’Scuse me miss.” He called out to the person who was in the closest vicinity to him, “you’re standing right in front of the garbage and as much as it pains me to throw out my masterpiece I’m not seeing a whole lot of fucking options.”

“Absolutely I’m going to get in on that shit man. You see the arm on that one chick? Fucking pelted a guy right in the face. It’s awesome.” Iggy said, clearly entertained by the entire thing. “Besides, nothing beats the feeling you get when you throw one and it nails your target spot on. Not much to understand, more so that its just fun. You didn’t ever have snowball fights with kids when you were younger?” He asked, thinking back to his childhood. Iggy was a menace, but he could recall a few times him and Colin teamed up against Mickey and Mandy when they were really small. It was one of the few fond childhood memories that he had and this was bringing it to the surface. Lots of things in the town brought up memories he didn’t even know he had, things coming back to him more and more as time passed. “Get in on the action with me, I bet you won’t regret it. Especially if you’re competitive.”

Iggy was making his way around the town, trying to get to know his surroundings. He knew this wasn’t Chicago, this wasn’t home. He had been unaware when he first arrived, but the dreams that plagued him in the night were enough to confirm his suspicions when they were paired with the memories that were slowly rising to the surface each and every day that he stayed here. He knew he had a family, he was pretty sure he had two brothers and a sister, all of it was just starting to come back to him. He watches the girl for a moment from afar, he can see how distressed she looks. Iggy usually avoided people, but today something felt different. Walking over with his hands in the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing, he can hear his feet making small scuff noises on the ground. “My taste has never been something I’ve got to question.” Iggy replied smoothly, looking her over once more. “Really good wall and all, hey? I don’t mean to kick you out of your spot, I was just sort of hoping you could tell me a bit about this place? I can’t remember how I got here, but I can’t seem to bring myself to leave. Confusing as shit if you ask me.”