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“you’d like our salted caramel i think then. it’s a vanilla bean base with some sea salt and caramel hunks in it, it’s actually kinda good. or the mocha flavored. it’s kind of a hit when the fall comes around more though.” they said and shrugged some. but this guy had already gotten what ryan had suggested and he wasn’t the biggest fan but he was tolerating it and that was better than ryan having to waste the ice cream itself. upon being asked the question, ryan laughed and said. “well, maybe a tad bit bitchy.” they said, smashing their forefinger and thumb together as if to show him just how bitchy he was being. “next you’re gonna tell me santa isn’t real. why’ve you gotta ruin nice things, huh?” ryan asked before he started laughing some. “it’s a good thing. though you’d definitely make a good sea witch if that was your scene and all.” they said before taking michael’s cup and scooping a bit of vanilla in it. “anything else, your highness?” they asked as they slid it over towards him.
“i might try that next time,” he said. now that actually sounded good. not that he could blame ryan for having different taste, but still. this would’ve been a better choice. michael wouldn’t be the type of person to waste food, and to have to put a server through the trouble—specially because this had been his choice. so of course he would just eat it and not bother them about it. he chuckled softly when ryan called him bitchy. “bitchy, huh?” he couldn’t deny it. he’d had an attitude with them for no reason other than he thought they were too friendly. “hate to break it for you doll, but yeah. also the tooth fairy, no such thing. no easter bunny. then again what is real? are we even real?” he rambled on. “i’d be a hot merman. but no one’s lucky enough to get me like that,” he joked. what even is a sea witch? michael didn’t want anything else but the scoop of vanilla. however, when ryan asked him in that tone, well, he just had to keep up the bitchy act. he pursed his lips and brought his finger up to them in thought. “hmmmmm...” he looked around. “have you got any sprinkles? the colorful kind.”


















