— chilled creamery. ft. liam reed ( @liamalexanderr )
CJ was on his third tub, testing out the seasonal flavors that were on the blackboard, nodding his head in approval as if he knew anything about the details of ice cream making and flavor profile. Truthfully, taste testing was a wasted notion on the skateboarder, who had been known to eat actual trash before. “I think this is the winner!” He said, for the third time that day, sliding it over for Liam to have a try, leaning back to try and read the board from the booth they were positioned in. “Y’think the caramel apple has actual apple in it still?”
Before waiting for an answer, he got up and ordered his fourth tub of the day, much to the chagrin of the worker on shift, muttering something about CJ being hollow, before handing the fresh tub over to him, and he frowned as he returned back to his friend. “Yo, you’d think people would like me spending money. ‘Specially because this might be the last thing I ever eat ever because Wren thinks I might have that lack…toes….thing.” He sounded out the word slowly, trying to mimic exactly how his older sister sounded. “But like, whatever happens happens. What about you dude, does dairy wanna kill you?”
