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Henry couldn't help but shake his head at the sight of the dinner table when Bunny started to stand up. Most of the food was just prodded at, played with, messed up for the dishwashers to deal with. The two men were stumbling out of the diner, drunk on an expensive bottle of wine and still hungry, the two hundred dollar budget completely exceeded and forgotten.
"Let's go for ice cream! The shop is just down the street!" Bunny declared. He had already began setting foot towards the parlor, waving his hand and calling Henry to follow.
"Ice cream?" Henry scoffed as if it were a horrible idea. He was graciously walking after the other man. "We just finished dinner. A large one, at that," he argued. "Though, I guess you barely ate any of it..."
"Exactly! And we didn't get dessert," Bunny said back. "How idiotic are we?"
"You had a milkshake, Bunny," Henry sighed, already digging in his pocket for his wallet despite his tone. "Doesn't that count?"
"Oh, well, come on."
Maybe he protested, but Henry opened the door for Bunny, kicking it closed as they stepped into the small store. There was one other person in the shop, the server. She looked absolutely exhausted and obviously didn't want to be serving ice cream to college students in a pastel pink and seafoam green decorative waffle cone paradise.
Henry listed off his order: one scoop of vanilla in a cup. He glanced over at Bunny, who was still inspecting all of the different flavors, and nodded to the server. He was really starting to get tired; Bunny's indecisiveness wasn't helping.
Bunny took a deep breath, and then began to utter curses and spells. Well, not really. But with what his order was, it was pretty goddamn close.
"Yes, ma'am. That is a scoop of rainbow sherbert and a scoop of chocolate, with chocolate sauce, with whipped cream, and with sprinkles, rainbow sprinkles, yes. In a waffle cone, yep, oh, in one of those chocolate dipped ones!" Then, after Henry stared at him in horror, he turned back to the woman. "Oh, right. Please and thank you, miss!"
Henry's hands hesitated to pay for the cone that the server whipped up for Bunny. She might as well have just given him the trash bin. As they walked out of the store, Henry his his face with a hand. He was disgusted, embarrassed, and ultimately enamored with the... Individuality, of Bunny.
Henry stared at the monstrosity on Bunny's cone, the ice cream melting down his wrist, onto that goddamn watch, onto his dress shoes as they stepped back into the darkened block. Chocolate syrup was dripping from the corner of his mouth, a few stray sprinkles stuck to his lips; he probably tasted like candy.
"Okay," Henry sighed, "let me try it."
"What? No way, no way," Bunny declared, scurrying away and laughing. "It's mine, fucker!"
"Just let me try it," Henry insisted, chuckling, closing the space that has been created between them. "You can try mine."
"I want yours first," Bunny declared, holding up his index finger, "so I know you're not lying."
Henry hesitated. He began to glance around, making sure the coast was clear. No one was in their line of sight...
He took another bite of from his dish, then grabbed the back of Bunny's head and kissed him. Bunny made a strangled noise at the action, but he didn't pull away from the other.
"What the fuck?" Bunny said quietly, shaking his head as if it would reverse the action between them.
"Did you like it?"
Bunny stared at Henry for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah, you kiss better than Marion," he slurred.
"I meant the ice cream, Bun."
"Oh. Sure, it's okay. Mine is better."