Soray/Angeray and ice cream? (I know it's technically two words but it's all I can think of rn lol)
I can't stop laughing you asked me this exact prompt and pairing three years ago!! Here is the link to it. Don't worry, I wrote you a follow up for making me smile.
He never learned, did he? Or at the very least, he needed to figure out how to say no. Because here Gray was, yet again, stuck at the ice cream stand in the sweltering heat.
Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as before. Well... in some respects. This time he had more customers, as he had managed to keep all of his clothes on thus far and managed to avoid looking like a pervert. Mostly. Every once in a while he got a strange look from a customer, in particular one woman that had wrapped an arm around her kid and hastily retreated with their ice cream. Gray wasn't sure what had made her do that - he'd even checked with her that he was still wearing clothes! A mystery.
The clothes came with their set of problems though. His underwear, to be exact. They were chafing something fierce. The additional weight of the clothes had only made him sweat more, which had completely soaked through his boxers some time ago. Why hadn't he worn swim trunks? Those at least chafed... a little less.
At least the day would end soon. The sun was starting to sink, and as soon as it disappeared completely then the park would close and so would the stand. Then he could go home and mercifully escape both his boxers and the heat. He was literally itching to be free.
Gray's poor decision making skills aside... he was a little disappointed that he hadn't seen one particular customer at all that day. It wasn't as if he was hoping for a repeat of their last encounter, exactly. After all, that would mean that he had once more failed to comply with basic food hygiene standards. Especially as, once she'd left, he'd been questioned by park police about his public indecency. Over the years he had grown a pretty thick skin about people seeing him in the nude, but every once it a while the embarrassment would blindside him just as hard as it had when he was younger. This had been one of those times, unfortunately.
Wanting to see Sorano again wasn't weird, he told himself. He had things to ask her; the fact that a wanted criminal was out and about like it was nothing, had she continued to use her angel magic after all, was she doing well, had she liked the ice cream...
Maybe he just wanted a do-over on the impression he'd made. A thought he was not going to analyze further, as he was not Lucy.
Finally, the sun vanished, warm rays of gold and orange slipping into lavender and dark blue. Gray dutifully because to close up the shop, cleaning the utensils and securing the lids on the ice cream tubs (necessitating opening the freezer for some sweet, sweet relief), when he heard a throat clear behind him.
Not looking up, he called back, "Sorry, we're closed for the day."
"Ah," came a familiar, light voice. "I see I came too late today." Gray spun around, just catching the wicked smile starting to form on the woman's face as she tacked on, "For both the ice cream and the show." This time, Sorano had come without the hat, though still wearing a sundress.
"That might be construed as harassment," Gray quipped, not truly upset but still feeling a little warm in the neck at the reminder of what had happened before, and more than a little bit mesmerized by how her hair glowed in the fading light - almost ethereal.
Sorano raised an equally pale eyebrow as she appraised him. "For you or for me?"
Caught staring, Gray spluttered unintelligably. For lack of anything else to say on the topic, he abruptly switched it. "Did you enjoy the ice cream?"
The smile on her face softened slightly. "No."
Now that was a punch straight to the gut.
"...But my sister enjoyed it very much. I'm afraid I don't really care for ice cream personally." The wicked gleam in her eyes had returned in full force.
"How can someone not enjoy ice cream?" Gray muttered in shock. What utter blasphemy had he just witnessed?
She gave him a slight shrug. "Didn't have much occasion to develop a taste for it growing up."
That seemed fair, given Gray's limited knowledge of Sorano's past. "Then why come back?" he asked. "Looking for a another show? I'll have you know I kept my clothes on all day this time." Much to his discomfort.
A light laugh, as sibilant as he remembered, met his words. "Maybe I did?"
Gray considered her for a long moment. "Give me a few more minutes to finish closing up? Then maybe we can... try out a few other things you may have missed out on in the past."
Sorano licked her lips. "With or without your clothes?"
Defeated, Gray put his face in his hands and let out a groan. "I'm going to hear about this all night, aren't I?"
"If you play your cards right, you just might."
