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Killua staring at Gon. ♡

"I’m not too fond of it. It’s like drinking thick, creamy milk." She liked milk, don’t get her wrong, she just didn’t like the texture of melted ice cream. Her gaze went straight ahead, her grin brightening at the sight of the ice cream shop. "Ooh! We’re almost there. Good thing too— It’s really hot, ehe."

           "Yeah, that's true. But ice cream at least has a flavor to it!" Body itching to run, he had to wonder if Ayano was the type to race. It was childish, though, so he could understand if she wouldn't want to. Taking a large step in temptation, sure to skip the divot in the side walk. "And you're wearin' a scarf, though! S'no wonder you're hot."

Could I have more of that juice? Must be my nerves.

"Oh, okay then! I thought you meant when it was all soupy, you know?" Completely melted ice cream? Now that was a saddening waste. Don’t even get her started on how disappointed she is whenever she finds her tub of ice cream melted because of her freezer bugging out. “Oh, I see! I always just eat the chocolate chips while I wait.”

           "Soupy ice cream isn't half bad either, though. You just need a spoon or somethin' to get it all." Eyes drifting over to the shop ahead, he couldn't really deny how giddy he was. It'd been awhile since he'd gotten ice cream with a friend, so who could blame him, really.