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It was a warm, pleasant summer afternoon. Brak and Zorak were walking along a sidewalk; Brak had been pestering Zorak all day about hanging out, and she had reluctantly agreed. They hadn’t really been doing much of anything before Brak spotted an ice cream parlor.
“Hey Zorak- Look!” Brak stopped, tugging on Zorak’s arm and pointing at the building.
“What the hell are you stopping for?” Annoyed, she broke away from Brak’s hand and glared at her.
“Look! Ice cream! Can we get some ice cream, please?” she looked at Zorak, pleading.
“No.” she started walking again when Brak grabbed her hand.
“Aw come on, pleeease? Pretty please?”
“I said no.”
She was looking at Zorak like a sad puppy. Zorak tried looking away.
“Aww, come on. I promise I won’t drop it on you like last time.”
“Eeugh, still no.”
Pouting, Brak stood in front of Zorak and started making sad faces at her, clearly trying to make her guilty and change her mind. It wasn’t making her feel that way, but it was irritating her. Finally, she relented.
“Ugh, fine, we’ll go in, just so you can stop making that stupid face at me.”
Excitedly, Brak grabbed Zorak’s hand again and dragged her over to the parlor, taking Zorak by surprise.
“Woo! Come on, let's go! I can’t wait to see what flavors they have! I wonder if they got garlic…”
Zorak cringed at the mere idea of garlic ice cream. She desperately hoped there wasn’t, for her own sake. Brak having even worse breath was the last thing she needed.
They went inside; Brak immediately went to press her face against the glass, eyeing all the different flavors, as Zorak just stood by the entrance, arms crossed.
“Look Zorak! They got practically everything! Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, cookies and cream, cookie dough, rocky road, birthday cake, salted caramel-”
And she went on and on, listing every single flavor. Zorak just waited for her to let it all out. Left to herself, she observed Brak, who was still moving to look at every flavor and listing them out. Even the worker behind the counter was looking tired. While annoying, Zorak thought it was cute. Of course, she wouldn’t admit that out loud.
She was jolted from her thoughts when Brak called her name.
“Hey, Zorak! What flavor do you want?” Zorak looked over at Brak, who was looking back at her happily.
“I really don’t-” Brak cut her off.
“I think I’ll get peanut butter, bubblegum- Oooh! And tutti frutti! With a waffle cone!”
“Brak, that is a disgusting combination. You’re fucking disgusting.”
“You just haven’t tried it yet.” She retorted. The worker gave Brak her cone, three scoops and monstrous. “Oh, oh, can you add sprinkles too? And syrup?”
The worker sighed, and did as she requested. They then turned their attention to Zorak.
“Ma’am, did you want anything.” They asked, monotone. They looked like they were mentally clocked out.
Zorak went to say ‘no,’ before an idea popped into her head. She smirked, evilly, walking over to the counter and getting in the worker’s face.
“In fact I do .” She surveyed the containers of ice cream, looking at the different flavors.
“Let's see.. I want two scoops of vanilla, one scoop of strawberry, maybe some butterscotch and mint too…” Zorak went through naming flavors, tapping on the glass.
The worker stared at Zorak for a few moments before turning to their co-worker.
“Cindy, takeover this order, I’m going on my ten.”
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Zorak had asked for a variety of different flavors and toppings, all in an attempt to torture the poor worker. Every time she did what she deemed ‘not enough’ or ‘too much,’ she had them do it all over again. She took sick pleasure in watching them flounder around. Brak was just off to the side, licking her own treat, watching the both of them.
“Wow, that’s a lot of ice cream Zorak. I didn’t know you liked that many flavors!”
“That’s the point, jerk. And I don’t.”
Finally having decided she had done enough, Zorak had the worker finish. She sighed a sigh of relief, and handed Zorak the bowl with her ice cream abomination.
“That’ll be $42.65.”
Zorak scowled. Welp, that's the price to pay for making a service worker go through hell. Reluctantly, she paid, and exited the parlor with Brak.
Zorak poked at her ice cream with her spoon, taking small bites. While she did order a bunch of different flavors and toppings to mess with the cashier, she did go out of her way to get flavors she decently liked. Might as well.
They went back to walking along the sidewalk. Brak took Zorak’s hand again with her left and her cone in her right.
“This is really good-” Brak took another lick of her cone. She was trying to savor it- and yet still making a big mess on her mouth. “Can I try some of yours? You have a lot, if you wouldn’t mind sharing, plus you got mint in yours, and I like mint-” She kept rambling. Zorak just tuned her out. They kept walking for about another block.
“I dunno why people don’t like garlic ice cream, it’s actually pretty tasty. It’s one of my favorites. Hey, I heard there’s bean ice cream. Like with actual beans! I wanna try it one day, I’m sad they don’t sell it- Whoa!”
Brak had managed to trip over herself, falling down and almost taking Zorak down with her.
“Shit- what the fuck!?” Zorak let go of Brak and stumbled backwards. Brak continued falling, landing on her right arm onto the concrete; her ice cream going down as well.
“Oof-! Ow… oh man… that hurt…” She slowly began to get up, cradling her arm, now feeling sore.
“Hah, dumbass! Should’ve looked where you were walking.” Zorak jeered. She stood behind Brak, who was now up and standing herself. “Dropped your ice cream too.”
Brak quickly looked back down at the floor where her now ruined ice cream was.
“Aw- Aw man! It’s…” She started pouting again, except this time it was genuine. Brak was getting distraught.
“Tch, seriously? It’s just ice cream. I dunno what you’re getting so upset about. Such a crybaby.”
“N-No, I- It’s just…” Brak fell silent.
The combination of the fall, ruined ice cream, and teasing was just making Brak too distressed. She started tearing up- it was making Zorak uncomfortable. And maybe a little guilty. She sighed, and decided to do something to calm her down.
“Look, here, just have mine you big baby. Sucked anyways.” She shoved her bowl in front of Brak.
“Huh…?” She sniffed, and took the bowl of ice cream from Zorak. “O-Oh, Zorak, thanks!”
Brak brightened up again, beaming back at Zorak, before getting confused.
“Wait… but…?” She was taken aback by the sudden display of kindness from Zorak; who came up with an excuse fast.
“I’m only giving it to you so I can laugh if you drop it again.” She quickly responded, playing it cool.
“Mmm, thanks anyways! I finally get to have your mint.” Brak was already scooping spoonfuls into her mouth, making a bigger mess than there already was.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re welcome. Just don’t touch me again, you’re getting gross.”
Brak ignored her and proceeded to brush up against Zorak and nuzzle her shoulder to show her appreciation; and got ice cream all over. Zorak just snorted and wrapped her arm around Brak and they continued on.
“Jerk.”