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[foolishwren]

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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
[Need to send Heather a private message but don't particularly wanna spam up your friendslists? Feel free to leave it here! Please include the name of the game and IC date of the message in your comment to help avoid confusion. For OOC contact, feel free to send a PM or IM the mun at Phantastus! peace out yo]

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[action | August 8]

[foolishwren]

Waaaay ahead of ya.

_{[She grins back and ducks through the door, trotting over to the counter-- where some very tired-looking employees are looking at them both in mild dread. MORE CUSTOMERS??? THIS LATE AT NIGHT?]}

[action | August 8]

[exeggutorhead]

[HEATHER AND ENVY GO TO GET ICE CREAM WHENEVER THEY WANT. Sucks to be you, employees.]

[Envy has already had enough purely chocolate flavors today that even he's almost had enough of it, so he gets mint chip instead.]

[Hopefully there's still mango sorbet or they're clearly going to have to go hunt somebody down.]

[action | August 8]

[foolishwren]

_{[FORTUNATELY, THERE IS. PLENTY OF IT. Heather promptly orders a large cone with an extra scoop of chocolate fudge on top. Because HELL YES.]}

Objective achieved.

_{[She says this triumphantly as they exit the store.]}

[action | August 8]

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy snorts.]

That makes you sound like a soldier.

[But objective achieved indeed! As they walk down the street with their hard-earned free ice cream, Envy notices down an alley that there's a perfect setup to get from a closed dumpster to a fire escape to a roof. He gestures to it with his free hand.]

Hey. Look at that.

[action | August 8]

[foolishwren]

'Cuz I am one. An ice cream solider. Did you know there was once a European mafioso that used ice cream trucks as cover-up? There were vicious territorial battles and everything.

_{[Of course, in the middle of her small trivia flood, she stops and looks where Envy's indicated.]}

... Dude.

[action | August 8]

[exeggutorhead]

[He nods along with the trivia, and when he sees that she noticed it too he grins.]

I wonder if we could get up there without dropping the ice cream.

[HE'S SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING IT.]

[action | August 8]

[foolishwren]

...

First one up without dropping the cones wins.

[action | August 8]

[exeggutorhead]

You're on.

[Immediately going to climb up that dumpster as fast as he can with only one free hand and without dropping the ice cream! Now how is he going to get onto that fire escape...]

[action | August 8]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Taking an enormous bite of her ice cream to lessen the chances of it spilling onto the pavement, Heather promptly does the same.]

[Except she doesn't hesitate when it come to bounding off of the brick side of the building and leaping for the escape, which she catches with one hand.]

[And then, still dangling, lets out an ice-creamy laugh and starts to swing herself up onto the wire-grated steps.]</sub>

[action | August 8]

[exeggutorhead]

Hey!

[Damn it, not going to lose! But he's laughing too as he gauges the distance, bends his legs, and leaps.]

[If he doesn't smack into her, he'll catch onto the fire escape with one forearm and use the momentum to swing his legs up too. Now he has to make up for lost time, but he's quick getting up those steps. And will not hesitate to try jostling ahead if he catches up.]

[action | August 8]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Envy's quick, but so is Heather, and she did end up getting herself a head-start.]

[She bounds up the fire escape, rattling it as she goes, and eventually bursts onto the rooftop, throwing her arms up in victory-- ... and splattering half-melted ice cream everywhere.]</sub>

... Oh.

Dammit.