[ ochako is so talented at getting him little daubs of ice cream. he takes them gratefully, examining each of them. the vanilla smells like the cookies that ochako made for him, and the strawberry… smells like strawberries. they’re each cold enough that they don’t have a strong smell in the first place, but he sniffs close enough to tell. ]
…?
[ first goes the vanilla, and he sticks the whole spoonful in his mouth only for his eyes to widen in abject shock. ]
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…?
[ first goes the vanilla, and he sticks the whole spoonful in his mouth only for his eyes to widen in abject shock. ]
Cold! [ signed with his now-free hand. ]