originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Of course! Anything for such a fine gentleman on this day!"
Ghiaccio said, looking out the window with pure enthusiasm, once before he was like the same.. A murderous rat begging for attention, yet unlike the other he had learned his own lesson in the form of a coma. His bright blue hair was somewhat messy, being wrapped around his head in large spirals, his red, thick spectacles looked down at Sawyer with his own black eyes. Then turning around and opening the ice chest he looked around in the neatly organized chest for Strawberry. Pink plastic covered the strawberry flavored ice snack and turned around to hand it to Sawyer.
"Strawberry is my favorite flavor you know, not a bad choice at all. Its free of charge."
Ghiaccio said, leaning over the window to hand it to Sawyer.
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Sawyer was entrenched in the beauty of the day and his eyes mesmerized in the motion of the wind and majesty of the Dojo. Only the smell of freshly made strawberry ice cream was potent enough to break one out of such a state, and he turned to take the delicious food he was given for free. He grinned and nodded in respect. "Many thanks." He turned, leaning against the truck as he slowly got through his ice cream. He was relaxed, a rare sight, in direct contrast with his thick and jagged scars that riddled the body, striking light blue eyes and tanned leather skin of a soldier and a survivor. He sighed, the smile perspiring to become a tranquil and calmed state that Sawyer could only remember from when he was off duty, a very long time ago. "Beautiful day, is it not? A fine day for ice cream, if anything."
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"Indeed it is sir. Sun is shining...birds are chirping... Children playing in the sun, its almost...storybook." Ghiaccio said, going behind him and reaching into the ice chest for his own ice cream. Yet while Strawberry was indeed his favorite flavor, he decided to get Orange instead. He opened the wrapper and started licking it.