#mlb shitpost

Of course, André has never claimed to be magic. The magic was always in the ice cream. But he thinks he knows it, he has understood its secrets like Yagami Light did the Death Note. And for a while, decades in fact, the ice cream left him with that belief.

But the truth is the ice cream is not an entity that follows rules. He thinks the rules exist, and that he understands him, but he is actually just a servant to their incomprehensible whims. It's easy when things are simple: Combine based on hair color, or just give an Italian couple the Italian flag. Over the years, that brought him a lot of confidence, like a fool.

Then, however, he encounters the limits of his understanding. What if people should be together but aren't? What can he do then? What is all his wisdom when facing the vagaries of actual teenage love?

The truth is the rules for the ice cream are different every time. He tries to adapt, he really does. If three people come, what do you do? At first he makes one of the three chose, abdicating his responsibility. Later he gives them one shared cone after all, because still, he does not know what he's doing.

What if he thinks he knows how four people should be paired up, but they appear to be pairing up differently? What about Marichat, huh? What about fucking Marichat? He does not know. He cannot know, for the magic of the ice cream and the other magic in the world is actually way beyond his comprehension. We see his deepest fear, that he does not understand his God and in fact never did; that he's just a mere mortal after all.

I genuinely believe this is her canon reaction every time Chloé almost ruins one their schemes in S5, I love them so much I think I might explode-

also I don't know how to draw rompers...</3

Here's the original meme as well as the unshaded version: