Laughing in a situation such like that seemed impossible, even more when you are Akira and wants everyone to suffer and wallow in the depths of hopelessness… Still, he felt something different for that boy. Akira could feel that he didn’t want that one to suffer. For the simple reason he didn’t know what ice cream was until that very moment, the lavender-eyed male noticed that Germain had went through hard times in his short life. Maybe he wouldn’t need to fall in deep suffering… He may be the one who inflict it as his Cerberus, his hellhound and accomplice. That would be lovely. They would cuddle a lot.
In response to the boy’s brainfrost, the cosplayer hugged him closer, sharing body warmth, placing a kiss on top of his head. Their bodies were now very, very close. Probably Germain could even hear Akira’s heart beating.
{♣} “You dork, it’s ok. You just shouldn’t eat the ice cream so fast, otherwise it will happen. Here, it’s fine. You’re with your captain. Your captain will protect you. Your captain is your best friend forever.”
Eventually, the chill that had rushed to his head calmed down significantly. He was about to take another taste, much carefully this time, but stopped himself at the presence of more warmth. Germain had been getting used to this a little bit more so his face didn’t flush up as ferociously as before. He did try to cover up an embarrassed smile though, as his head sunk slightly into his jacket.
“O-o-oh! I g-g-get it! That’s why it’s c-called ice cream. Cause it’s icy.”
He felt proud of his observation despite it being very obvious. Akira’s words were reassuring though as he leaned into the cosplayer’s hug.
