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the heat is BRUTAL out ---- it’s like the weather turned sharply from winter to summer in barely a day ( and a fact that’s not completely far off ). nico didn’t function well in heat, maybe that’s why his profession solidly revolved around the exact opposite : ice. his morning run had been before the worst of it at least ; the mere thought of trying to do anything in the oppressive air smothering him turns his stomach. no, today was a good day to spend at canalside where the bison river emptied into the lake and offshore breezes cooled the air to a manageable level. he’s in some line at one of the popup ice cream stands on the boardwalk, idly squinting at the phone in the sun while he waits when he hears the bad news. “ they’re OUT of vanilla - orange twist ?? ” arguably his FAVORITE. tastes just like a fucking creamsickle. “ damn. ” he surveys the print on the menu, gaze shifting to the person behind him. “ any SUGGESTIONS ?? i guess it’s time to try something NEW. ”








