#rememberthemole

When asked afterwards Ray would swear up and down the street that it was an accident. Joel just happened to be sitting where Ray happened to throw his ice cream on accident. Its not his fault his coordination was only good during video games. Which is why, when an angry Burnie confronted Ray and the aforementioned older man about the Great Ice Cream Fiasco of 2014.

  On what was seemingly an unassuming Wednesday, Ray was taking a much needed break after a long day of recording. And as an adult at an adult company, he decided to take a spoon and a carton of vanilla ice cream and sit in the break room shoveling ice cream as fast as he could without getting brain freeze. He failed. While Ray, in a totally not over dramatic way, was literally rolling on the floor groaning about his ice cream headache Joel walked in immediately laughing at Ray’s plight.

  “Don’t laugh asshole, this is a serious medical condition!” Ray whined as he took his seat back at the table.

“I know thinking hurts your brain Ray, but I’d hardly call that a serious medical condition.” Joel replied smirking as he walked to the fridge to get a snack for himself.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Just because you’re too old to understand the joy that is ice cream doesn't mean you have to ruin the fun for everyone.” Ray replied, maturely sticking his tongue out, and going straight back to his ice cream. His ice cream bliss was rudely interrupted by Joel slamming his own carton of ice cream next to him, in a challenging manner.

Now, a normal person would have maybe jumped a little bit. Maybe let out a little yell. Ray was not a normal person. Instead he screamed, flailed his arms and nearly fell out of his chair. Now this would have been fine, except for the fact his hands had been tightly gripped around his ice cream container. Or rather, just a container now, as all of the ice cream flew out of the container upon Ray’s surprised jump. Some was on the floor, some on the table, but most had ended up all over the face of one pissed off looking kinda old man. It took a few seconds for everything to register to Ray.

  “Oh shit! Oh shit,” Ray began to panic, “I am so sorry dude! Let me hel-” rays please of forgiveness were horrifically cut short by Joel upending his own ice cream, chocolate, all over Ray’s head. Slowly ray took in a deep breath before taking off his glasses slowly and placing them on the table.

“This. Means. War.” Ray stated through clenched teeth as he tackled Joel to the ground and began to rub ice cream all over the other man’s shirt. Once Joel shook off his surprise, he returned the favor in kind, wiping ice cream on Ray’s shirt and eventually just putting more ice cream on Ray’s face. They struggled like this for a few minutes before they were interrupted by a loud cough.

  Both men froze and looked up to see the visage of their boss glaring at them. Upon further observation they also saw most of the achievement hunters, the RWBY crew and Barbara cackling about how great an RT Life this was going to make.

“Morons. This gets cleaned up in before lunch or we need to have a talk.” Burnie said, rolling his eyes at his idiotic employees before turning to address the rather sizeable crowd. “And the rest of you, get back to work!”

  And with that it was over. It took all of two seconds for Ray and Joel looking at themselves before they both burst into shared laughter over their disheveled states. It took two more seconds for them to realize they were in a bit of an awkward position, with Ray on top of Joel, nearly plastered to the older man with wet ice cream. It took half a second for Ray’s face to burn red underneath the chocolate ice cream.

  Quickly Ray jumped to his feet, offering his hand to Joel to help him up. Joel raised an eyebrow before taking the younger man's hand and getting off of the ground and onto his feet.

“So, uh. That was something,” Ray broke the silence nervously, bringing his right hand up and rubbing his neck while looking at the mess they made.

“That it was, not necessarily a bad thing either,” Joel said side eyeing Ray. “Though there is one thing I regret.”

“And what’s that?” Ray replied as he started to gather cleaning supplies.

“I never did get my snack. I have you to blame for that.” Joel replied slowly walking over to Ray.

“Yeah I am really sorry about that! Can I make it up to you?” Ray asked eagerly, suddenly realizing how close Joel had gotten. When he turned to face Joel he found that they were barely inches from each other. Ray began to wonder if the burning would ever leave his face. Joel’s smirk turned predatory.

“I can think of a few things” Ray swallowed the lump in his throat. “Starting with lunch today after you clean up.”

“Lu-lunch?” Ray squeaked before coughing and getting his voice under control. “Yeah totally cool! That makes sense with the no snac-what was that about me cleaning up?” Ray’s momentary bliss was cut short by the realization Joel wanted him to clean the whole mess. “No we made this together, we clean this to-” Ray was once again cut short, this was beginning to become a thing with them, by Joel shutting Ray up with a rough kiss.