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Jake felt awkward and out of place as he clung to Khonshu’s robe, the god appearing for all to see to scare them away. He probably looked like a shy little kid, burrowing into the gods robe as if it were a safety blanket. The screams of people running away from the strange sight didn’t bother him, and he briefly wondered what they looked like. A mummy with a cape clutching onto some sort of dead big bird. What a sight they made.
Some couple stopped running, noticing the two weren’t attacking anyone, and proceed to pull out their phones and start recording. Jake didn’t like that, he didn’t like being recorded. He wanted that to stop, and he had to clench his fists tighter into the gods robes to restrain himself. He could at least do that much, couldn’t he?
Khonshu turned as they walked, staring at the couple. When that didn’t deter them, he sent a gust of wind after them. Thoroughly frightened, they ran away, leaving the street empty. Jake couldn’t help but feel relieved, and a bit…weird, at this. He still wasn’t used to people being nice to him…
The two continued to walk slowly down the street in silence. Jake felt the urge to either punch something or…fiddle with Khonshu’s robes or something. He didn’t really know what to do when there was no one around to punch. And…he couldn’t exactly do anything to himself either.
Jakes mind started to wander, and he thought about the whole…Moon Knight thing. Why did Marc and Steven have their own costumes, but he didn’t? He only had whatever the others were wearing at the time, usually Marcs. Did Jake even have anything of his own?
“Do you want a suit?” Khonshu asked, as if reading his thoughts. And who knew, maybe he could.
Jake thought for a moment. Was he allowed to? It…it didn’t seem like a trick question. “I guess” he mumbled
Khonshu hummed, resolutely staring forward “What would you like it to look like?”
Jake paused, thinking as they continued to walk. He had never been asked what he wanted before. Well, at least not seriously. Not like when mom…mocked him. He didn’t know what he wanted it to look like. Maybe…maybe something like Marcs? But…with a personal touch? Or maybe like Stevens? Stevens was fashionable, he could admit…but Marcs looked cool.
“How about both?” Khonshu offered- confirming that yes, he could read his thoughts.
Jake blinked. Both? He had that option? The others didn’t have that option…so why him?
“Maybe I just think you deserve to be spoiled” Khonshu’s voice dripped with warmth and amusement.
Jake was bewildered for a split second, before he eagerly started describing what he wanted them to look like “Can- can one be like Stevens? But- a fedora! And one like Marcs but black with white highlig-“
“As you wish” The god stated, and just like that he was wearing a darker version of Marcs suit, with a white chest plate, boots, gloves, and cape. After a moment it shifted again, to look like Stevens, but with a fedora.
“Oh wow- I could get used to this!” Jake exclaimed, much happier than before.
“We have arrived, Jake Lockley” Khonshu stated, gesturing towards the now abandoned ice cream shop.
Jake turned to where the god was gesturing, starting to feel an uncharacteristic nervousness bubble up. Eating desert was for kids, Jake wasn’t a kid. This would be embarrassing. It would be humiliating. Why did he agree to this?
“Come now” Khonshu strode forward, and Jake could do nothing but follow.
There was a cloud of dust and a flutter of robes as the god teleported himself to the inside of the shop, appearing behind the counter and waiting patiently, as if this was a normal Tuesday. “Do you have anything in mind?”
Jake sighed, hesitantly making his way into the ice cream shop. At least he looked stylish. The air was cool inside, the walls a dull sky blue, the tiles white. The clear casing of the ice cream counter was filled with a variety of colors and flavors. “Never had it before” he responded after a moment, feigning confidence.
Khonshu hummed “Then I suppose we’ll have to try everything then” and with that Khonshu grabbed an ice cream scooper, scooped a hefty amount of vanilla icecream and…
…shoved it directly into his eye socket.
“Mmmm, see? Delicious” The god commented, sounded disgusted and barely hiding it.
Jake couldn’t help but snort. “Well, if god approves then I got to have some”
Khonshu (thankfully) grabbed a different scooper, taking a small amount of vanilla and putting it in a tiny cup, before handing it to him. Jake took the chilled cup, wondering when and how his life came to this. Getting ice cream served to him by a bird god. Who would’ve thought?
He stared at it for a moment, looking at its fluffy, cold surface. At the smooth plastic spoon skewered in it. He hadn’t ever tried ice cream before. There wasn’t ever a need for him to try it. After all, ice cream wasn’t traumatic.
Maybe it was that thought that allowed him to have the courage to try it. Ice cream wasn’t traumatic. It wouldn’t hurt him. Almost hesitantly, he grabbed the spoon, pulling it out of the cold confection and taking a scoop. He slowly brought it to his lips, before saying to hell with it and shoving the whole thing in…
…including most of the spoon.
“You don’t eat the spoon, Jake Lockley” The god informed, sounding amused
Jake took the spoon out after a moment, momentarily stunned by taste. The only thing he had ever was dirt or blood in his mouth. But this… This was sweet. And cold, very cold. But it was…nice.
Jake took another bite, the vanilla quite literally melting on his tongue. Then he took another bite, and another, and another, and soon he was eating it like a starving animal.
“Careful, you might get a brain freeze” Khonshu chided lightly
Jake ignored the cold feeling, he could handle breaking all his bones, he could certainly handle a little brain freeze. He continued to eat until there was none left, feeling better than before.
“Which flavor do you want next, my son?”