[ Asura goes one further, by flipping one cone upside down and squishing it atop the other. Turning the pair around, it turns out he has decorated them beforehand with a sprinkle smile and chocolate buttons to make a double scoop ice cream clown, complete with a pointed hat. He delicately places it in her hand, and though he's basically faceless at the moment, there's a hint of a smile. ]
I knew you'd be peak fashion as always, so I had no choice.
[She watches with absolute delight as he flips a cone upside-down and reveals that it's now an ice cream clown. Squealing a little with delight, she takes it and admires it for a moment before taking a big chomp from the side of the clown's 'head' and grinning at the other man.]
Her utterly psychotic choice to bite a chunk out of the clown’s face is endearing. Like a Cheshire cat in reverse, a big white-toothed grin emerges in the pitch black abyss that should be his face. ]
Nothing could stop me.
[ The grin disappears back into the shadows as he turns to the counter, taking a tray of ice cream enough to feed a party. He has a big appetite. ]
Do you want to drive... Or fly?
[ He wants to show off! But also want to give her the chance to show off, he bets her driving is awe inspiring. ]
[She ain't the only cute one around here. He's cute too, in a psychotic too-many-eyes kinda way. Which is right up her alley if she's being honest with herself.
Turning the ice cream clown a little, she takes a long lick from the clown's poor injured head, and then laughs and wipes up a droplet of chocolate from the corner of her red-lipped mouth.]
Eeee!
[A little squeal of delight.]
Fly. Are you kiddin' me? When do I get to fly. I mean, at least when it's not on a dumb helicopter onto a death beach.
[ Harley's enthusiasm is infectious, even if Asura is retaining his ~~~mystique~~~ by staying faceless and speaking in that special, incredibly soft and gentle way he does. ]
Then I shall be pleased to oblige.
[ Though he does pause to stick out his impossibly huge tongue. It's far too long and wide to fit in a human mouth, and he can place an ice cream on it to be slurped up in a single go.
The guy behind the counter is delicately retreating into the back room, which is why Asura extends one of his scarves, that acts like an extra long limb, to steal an extra cone on the way out into the cool night air. ]
Piggyback? Hammock? [ He twirls some scarves at the second suggestion, showing they'd make a fine method of transport. His third suggestion has a little shyness to it, though- ] ...Bridal carry?
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[ Asura goes one further, by flipping one cone upside down and squishing it atop the other. Turning the pair around, it turns out he has decorated them beforehand with a sprinkle smile and chocolate buttons to make a double scoop ice cream clown, complete with a pointed hat. He delicately places it in her hand, and though he's basically faceless at the moment, there's a hint of a smile. ]
I knew you'd be peak fashion as always, so I had no choice.
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So, are we gonna do this thing?
[Yes, she's talking with her mouth full.]
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Her utterly psychotic choice to bite a chunk out of the clown’s face is endearing. Like a Cheshire cat in reverse, a big white-toothed grin emerges in the pitch black abyss that should be his face. ]
Nothing could stop me.
[ The grin disappears back into the shadows as he turns to the counter, taking a tray of ice cream enough to feed a party. He has a big appetite. ]
Do you want to drive... Or fly?
[ He wants to show off! But also want to give her the chance to show off, he bets her driving is awe inspiring. ]
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Turning the ice cream clown a little, she takes a long lick from the clown's poor injured head, and then laughs and wipes up a droplet of chocolate from the corner of her red-lipped mouth.]
Eeee!
[A little squeal of delight.]
Fly. Are you kiddin' me? When do I get to fly. I mean, at least when it's not on a dumb helicopter onto a death beach.
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Then I shall be pleased to oblige.
[ Though he does pause to stick out his impossibly huge tongue. It's far too long and wide to fit in a human mouth, and he can place an ice cream on it to be slurped up in a single go.
The guy behind the counter is delicately retreating into the back room, which is why Asura extends one of his scarves, that acts like an extra long limb, to steal an extra cone on the way out into the cool night air. ]
Piggyback? Hammock? [ He twirls some scarves at the second suggestion, showing they'd make a fine method of transport. His third suggestion has a little shyness to it, though- ] ...Bridal carry?