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You stared up at the thing. It’s hulking figure practically scrapes against the base’s metal ceiling, it’s shoulders making irritating scraping sounds each time it moves. While it has no head, it seemed to know it’s general surroundings when it tilted it’s upper body closer to you. It’s ‘head’ (which is really just a large ring) bobbed up and down above its neck, almost regarding you. It’s arms helped it carefully, the limbs almost eating the entire corridor. Even without it’s hulking sword, it could probably do just the same damage with it.
“Well,” Surtr said, licking her ice cream that you brought just for her, “he’s here now. Why do you want him to show up?”
You hummed happily, pulling out another tub of ice cream, specifically chocolate. “You think he likes chocolate ice cream too?”
She blinked multiple times as her tongue stayed on the frozen treat. Even her familiar was at a complete stand-still as it stopped moving altogether. In all her life-at least from what she could remember-
“That has to be the stupidest thing to ask.” She sneered, quickly gulping down the rest of her ice cream before continuing. “You brought me all the way here, bribed me with ice cream to summon him, only to see if he could eat?”
You shrugged and Surtr had to physically restrain herself from latching onto your neck. “Well, yeah! He just seemed so cool and the fact that you can do that so easily is amazing!”
She clicked her tongue, tossing the popsicle stick somewhere. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Doctor. Besides, he doesn’t even have a mouth!”
You shrugged once more, presenting the tub to her and fuck, it was chocolate. “I don’t know, I hoped that he would at least take this. Isn’t this your favorite flavor?”
She crossed her arms so she wouldn’t attempt to strangle you. Her nails dug to her skin as she sighed sharply. “It is. And you’re giving it to someone who doesn’t even have a digestive tract.”
“… You two could share?”
Surtr groaned as she bared her teeth at you. “Just how are you a war tactician!?”
You jumped back from her outburst, bringing the tub closer to you as if it would bring you any safety. You pursed your lips as you looked down on the tub. No doubt it would become too soft, especially when you’ve been holding it for too long.
“… Yeah, sorry about that.” You said softly. “I’ll put this back in the fridge to cool back. I’ll make sure no one eats it.”
She watched you back away from her, clutching the tub like it was the most important thing. She cursed internally. She didn’t mean for things to escalate like that, but you wasted her time. Surely this would be a sign for you to stop pestering her with useless things?
Before she could turn and go back to her dorm, her familiar reached out, his hand blocking your way. Both of you quickly turned back to each other, eyes wide at the action.
“Surtr?” You asked, confused on what just happened.
“I-It’s not me!” She stammered.
Her familiar then brought you closer by patting your back with his fingers. Your boots scraped against the floor, struggling from the power that he possessed. Soon, you were now in front of Surtr, who’s complexion is beginning to match her hair.
To make matters worse, his 'head’ drooped to your level as his finger pointed towards the tub. You gasped at the notion before looking at a completely red Surtr.
“Well, I’m sure it’s soup now so I need to put it back in the freezer.” You said to him, trying not to piss off Surtr even more.
He nudged his finger against the tub. He was insistent and like hell he would be stopped from his aggressive master.
“O-Okay then…” You relented, presenting the tub to him. With his thumb and forefinger, he picked up the tub as he backed away from you. You swore the ring on his head seemed to shake with happiness.
Before you could comment anything, a sharp jab to your side made you look away from him. You met Surtr’s glare and you would’ve been scared for your life if her face wasn’t as red as her Arts.
“Don’t try and spill this anywhere else!” She threatened and you were very much inclined to agree.
A plastic sound made you two look back at her familiar. He had already opened the tub, the melted chocolate ice cream sloshing in the container. Without pausing, he dumped the ice cream into his ring. As expected, the ice cream went through the ring, into his neck as it dripped down in steady streams. Despite the mess, he seemed happy as his head spun.
You looked back at her, poker face at ready. “Could I at least snap a photo?”
You left Amiya in charge of operations that day.