[ briefly angel's gaze flicks to the ice cream on aki's hand, then going back to the offering, which he doesn't hesitate to accept. of course it is angel. "some" is...well. he takes one lick, and then another -- to keep it from dripping more. sure. between licks, he does look back over, finally using actual words, ]
Doesn't the smoke make it taste bad?
[ these kinds of questions crop up out of nowhere from angel typically, an individual who seems like has no particular love or aggression regarding humanity. but aki has been his partner for a while, and angel tells himself not to change this sort of sterile, quiet thing they have. but sometimes things like this happen.
his focus goes back to the ice cream and he sort of slouches in the passenger seat, like he's hoping the seatbelt will just put him out of his misery -- after he's done with the ice cream but before the assignment destination. ]
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Doesn't the smoke make it taste bad?
[ these kinds of questions crop up out of nowhere from angel typically, an individual who seems like has no particular love or aggression regarding humanity. but aki has been his partner for a while, and angel tells himself not to change this sort of sterile, quiet thing they have. but sometimes things like this happen.
his focus goes back to the ice cream and he sort of slouches in the passenger seat, like he's hoping the seatbelt will just put him out of his misery -- after he's done with the ice cream but before the assignment destination. ]