[ i hate this so much.... whenever he wakes up from what's going on with him, klavier will be absolutely mortified by what's happening. for now, it's worth it when the pie finally connects with ema's face—an act of god, seeing as how he had to aim it and make it fly from his hand. ema would not let him anywhere near close enough.
she doesn't wipe her eyes, so she can't see his smirk as he comes to a halt in the sand. (the custard probably doesn't help get any visuals of his face either.) unfortunately, he was distracted enough by the event that he didn't even notice the ice cream in her other hand, and suddenly she's flinging it right at him.
he knows how to dodge, at least, but not well enough when he can hardly see around the custard on his face. so the ice cream lands in the worst place possible, or maybe the best place for ema. it hits low on his stomach, and some of it hits where it definitely shouldn't go.
there's a yelp, so she can be sure that she hit a good spot. klavier quickly brushes off the ice cream from his toga. his hands are sticky, he and his hair are a mess, and now there are two ice dicks. ]
Enough!
[ he flings the ice cream and custard and snow cone off of his sticky hands, glaring at ema across from him. ]
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she doesn't wipe her eyes, so she can't see his smirk as he comes to a halt in the sand. (the custard probably doesn't help get any visuals of his face either.) unfortunately, he was distracted enough by the event that he didn't even notice the ice cream in her other hand, and suddenly she's flinging it right at him.
he knows how to dodge, at least, but not well enough when he can hardly see around the custard on his face. so the ice cream lands in the worst place possible, or maybe the best place for ema. it hits low on his stomach, and some of it hits where it definitely shouldn't go.
there's a yelp, so she can be sure that she hit a good spot. klavier quickly brushes off the ice cream from his toga. his hands are sticky, he and his hair are a mess, and now there are two ice dicks. ]
Enough!
[ he flings the ice cream and custard and snow cone off of his sticky hands, glaring at ema across from him. ]