Wintry winds in pairs or not, KAITO always found the weather suitable for ice cream. With a light hum, he skirted down the pavement, sidling past everything he caught in his peripheral vision. The center of his sight was completely reserved for the cup he held in hand ( gloved, nonetheless ), stacked with the three warm thick flavors that currently appealed to him much: dark chocolate, caramel, and a hazelnut he decided he was most fond of out of the trio. His way of walking would have been a very good strategy if it were not for the possibility of others approaching him from the front. Suddenly he felt a toe against his. " woA -- " He took a little stumble, but never fell. When he straightened again, however, ready to apologize, he found that his dessert had been another matter, as the scoop on topping out above the cup, his beloved nutty goodness, could, unlike him, no longer be recovered: the brunt of it now stuck to the stranger's coat. " Oh no! " He did, " my -- ! " And then realizing the social impunity of that fact: " -- I'm so sorry! "
