Mischief
David blinked at the ceiling of the ice cream shop, the stars in his vision slowly fizzling out to blend in with the stucco tiles. A tiny throb of pain echoed where his head had hit the floor, along with the other little bit of nagging itch down by his sock, where heād been tripped. All heād wanted was some cookies and cream with some chocolate sauce. Was that too much to ask? Did Bruce have to take him down in the middle of an ice cream store?
From above, his beret fluttered down to land on his face, completely blocking his view of the smug smirk that had swum into his vision as the stars faded.Ā āYou lose again. Toiletnator duties for a week!ā
The tall boy sighed and sat up, his beret flopping onto his sweater as he gave his leader the most exasperated expression he could muster.Ā āYou know, one of these days, itās gonna be me catching you unawares, and then youāll be flat as a pancake.ā
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