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Danny blinked for a second. "No it's... just a figure of speech, unless you're into people watching. I'm not judging, but I'm not into that." He smiled though. "Your choice."

Card nodded. "Right. Like a metaphor. I know them." He nodded again, licking off the rest of the ice-cream stuck to the spoon. "No, no watching, just me and you works. We going now?"

Card watched everything unfold, but didn't intervene, instead kept working on making the first guys ice-cream look as good as he possibly could. When he turned back to the counter, Card offered him a sympathetic smile. "Hey," he waved his free hand, "put your wallet away. It's on me, both of them. That kid comes across as an asshole, but he did lose his cousin ten years ago so he's probably still hurting, and his ears kinda stick out funny so he probably gets sad or angry about that too. But you're doing a really nice thing being here for him." Card handed Jordan his ice-cream. "Take a seat, I'll bring the three...scoop-" he spoke each syllable as he wrote it down, slowly, onto his notepad, "double...chocolate...with...sauce over to the table."

"Oh, I have no doubt that you could call out someone's bullshit in a heartbeat if they tried to insist those low fat options or sorbet were the same as an actual good old fashioned scoop." She glanced up at him and gave him a genuine smile. It was almost ridiculous really, to be having such an in-depth, animated conversation about ice cream, but not much made Billie happier than when people actually indulged the things she cared about rather than brushing them off as lesser. People probably cared more about ice cream than carburettors at least. Cardelle was the ice cream guy to her. Had been for years. "Dude, I'm a good runner, but I think I'd be catching your dust." She shifted her hands into her pockets and raised an eyebrow at him. "What other stuff?"

"It's the cream, I think. Like sorbet you may as well freeze some fruit juice and slush it up, same thing. And low fat options miss the point, y'know?" Card looked after his body, and those things were and continued to be important to him, but he loved food too, and some things just couldn't and shouldn't be substituted. He smiled. "I got long legs to be fair, cover more ground. If I had littler legs, we might be the same speed." He hummed, pausing his stride for a moment, brows furrowing in deep deep thought. "Stuff...just...stuff. Like I know I know it when I need it, like it comes to me. I'm smart like that."

"The way that sound so good," Sprite and fruit punch, fizzy with some good flavour to it, "you know I'm absolutely going to try it. You're like...so clever when it comes to world things, 'cause I never would have thought to try all that. I'm gonna need a list, like a big list of all the things I should try."

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Cardelle was nothing if not dedicated to the things he enjoyed, and those involved making ice-cream, pursuing hot men, and making sure he negated all the ice-cream consumption by keeping his body in the same category of hot men. A little snow never stopped him before, so here he was, attempting a run in a black tank top, his sports leggings and shorts, with snow pushing back against his shins. At least it counted as extra resistance right?

He lifted a brow as Hunter took far longer on his phone than anticipated. When the device was tossed back to him Edgar nearly dropped it, athletics never his strong suit. Tucking it safely back into his pocket he raised a brow at Hunter. "Or else...what, exactly?"

"That, my friend," Hunter wagged a finger in Edgar's direction, "is a dangerous fucking question to ask when I got the entire internet at my fingertips." He threw a cheeky wink at the other, "so you gotta play nice with me."

He mulled over the question. "Not too long. I was in Seol for about a month, and I wasn't exactly practicing all the time. It was just a fun way to let off some steam. You'll have it down in no time," Nathan flashed Card a grin.

"Where's Seol?" Card asked genuinely, "I haven't really been travelling anywhere except here when I was younger. So like...places I don't really know. Do I have to go there to get good at the sign spinning?"

"Hm, good point." Danny sat back a little in his chair to finish off his ice cream, watching Card for a second before he could stop himself, he asked. "How about we go back to my hotel room and show him what he's missing?"

Card smiled, at least happy that Danny agreed. He liked it when people said he had a good point. Finishing off his last scoop of ice cream, he couldn't help but look up at the other through the fallen strands of blonde, a flirtatious smile across his lips and a slightly hopeful glint in his eyes. "Show him what he's missing? Is he gonna be there?"

She rolled her eyes. "You're a freak ass too, thinking people like you so much. Or just really dumb."

Hunter couldn't help but laugh at her comment. "Tell that to the 574K people on instagram. Or Youtube. Or Twitch. Or the 100+ Hunter Hale fan pages there are. Or can you not do that because you don't get internet access in whatever cave you crawled out from?" He scoffed, eyes diverting back to his laptop. "Gimme a break."

“I don’t know how to act in a public space? Says the boy who lives in the least mannered apartment in town.” Okay, she feels slightly bad saying that about Matty, because he’s not the worst, but Jaren and Hunter more than make up for it in her opinion. Tabitha can’t restrain herself from the smug, little smirk that follows having bothered Hunter enough to roll his eyes, but it quickly disappears at his insult. “Hunter Hale, what’s disgusting is that you had the nerve to even imagine something I assure you you’ll never witness.” She says this slightly too loudly, but at this point Tabitha is envisioning that if she had one wish, she’d wish for enough super-strength to toss Hunter into the sun. How can she stalk off now when she’d be letting him win? Freshly manicured nails begin tapping with unnecessary volume as she exhales deeply, a shrug following. “Whatever, Hunter. I literally could not care less about you and your problems. I’m here to get work done.”

"You've literally never been in the apartment so once again you're jumping to wrong conclusions. Think those daily affirmations you have to listen to in the mornings are altering your brain waves. Maybe go touch grass or go jump in the ocean." God this woman was insufferable. Hunter didn't hate many people (a slight lie), but she was definitely near the top of the list. Always had been. At least his comments got under her skin, and his sick smile returned. "Why would I even want to witness that? And why would you even think I'd want to witness that. Nah, keep your pervert actions to yourself." He's take the win, and he waited eagerly for her to storm off like he assumed she would, yet she remained, and his good mood dwindled. "I'm not stopping you, I'm just telling you go and sit somewhere else."

Well, Hunter had a point, as much as Myles hated to admit it. A small, sad smile made its way onto his lips the more they talked about the party. "Mason always told me about them after. I'm sure he'd have had hell of a story."

"Technically he did," Hunter shrugged, barely registering the implication of his words. "People still talk about it. That's hell of a story."

Hunter scrolled through his feed a little more as Jaren continued to speak, glancing over out of the corner of his eye every so often to nod in agreement. "To be honest, I think girls are just trying to be purposely complicated. They want all the effort put on themselves but when do they put the effort into us?" He tossed his phone onto the cushions near Jaren's feet and stretched his arms up until something in his back cracked and loosened. "Think about it. When was the last time a girl got you an expensive necklace? Or bought you flowers? Or gave you something that means something?" Those last two words he emphasised with air quotes. "Nah, yoga mat feels stereotyping. Says you're a girl so you must like yoga and pilates, and if they liked that shit they'd have a mat already."

Another repressed sigh. This young man really was full of himself. Hesitantly Edgar pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Hunter. At least this way he could see how bloody ridiculous he looked in the video. "Happy now?"

"Happier, yeah," Hunter barely looked up at Edgar as he quickly flicked through whatever social media apps were downloaded and added a follow to himself on all of them. "I'm expecting engagement too. Don't think the follow is gonna cut it. Better see your name and that scared little face in your icon pop up on live streams." He tossed the phone back without locking it, loosely in Edgar's direction, and then pulled out his own to swipe away the oncoming notifications and to check current stats on his latest live.

"Help pay?" Hunter groaned loudly, head tilting forward as he pinched at the corner of his eyes until he saw stars and bright colours in the dark of his eyelids. "I fucking hate this place..." He turned back towards the other, jaw set tight in anger. "You're paying for the whole screen, got it? And while you're at it, you can get me 3 scoops double chocolate, and make sure Lurch doesn't skimp on the sauce." And with that he took himself over to an empty booth, waiting for Jordan to eventually join him.

His smile grew at the other's reaction. "Yeah man! I'm in town for a while so feel free to come by the hotel. Just ask the front desk for Nathan Jin."

"Nathan Jin," he repeated back, hoping it stuck in his memory. He couldn't imagine that he'd forget. Maybe he'd write it on his hand when he got back to the shop. "Did it take long to learn?" He asked genuinely, as if the sign-spinning had been a life-long commitment of arduous training.