#!ice

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Icicles

Holding hands

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Happy Father's Day, Ice!

Ice would look up at the anon, an expression of deep sadness and loneliness appearing on his face. “Yeah... thanks.”

Perhaps the past years had been happy days for this holiday, but Mitra was gone. Ice had lost his precious daughter and although it had been quite awhile since he saw her or really cried over her, he soon found himself hurting like he did before.

For the day he planned on staying locked in his room.

[improvedrelics]

I'm pretty sure your robot master counterpart is a kid, Ice. Why are you so old?

“How the hell should I know? I’m not my creator. Maybe he thought the original was older. You know, since the Robot Masters were pretty much wiped out by time I was created.”

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Ice, do you like kids in general or just the ones you're personally connected to?

“Kids are fine in general. I mean, minus obvious brats, they’re fine. But if any kid thinks they can be a brat to me are going to get an ass whipping.”

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Ice, you're adorable

“Uh... thanks I guess?”

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Call it Billy Bob

“I am not calling my child Billy Bob what is wrong with you.”

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Hey there Ice Ice Baby. How's progress on your... well, your baby?

“I-I’ve started designing them. I’m not sure what gender or name or anything like that. However I think I want them to have some sort of ability that’s similar to mine so I can help them learn it...” There was a pause.

“...I’m still afraid I’m replacing Mitra.”