doryoku, mirai, a beautiful star ☆

• and you are? •

The honks from cars filled Stan's ears as he hurried down the sidewalk. He stared at the ground as his Derbys scraped along the concrete path, damaging the back of his heels. Stan was late. Late again. Since he was regularly late it normally would'nt have been a problem, but today was special.

 He was finally gonna go on patrol with a devil. Or angel? He couldn't really remember what Makima had told him about the devil/angel, just that they were working together. 

As his gaze wondered to the shops to the right of him, he slowed. An icecream parlour! A little treat wouldn't hurt and he was already late... right? He subconsciously shrugged and strode into the building.

 Shit. There's a line. It isn't that long, I'll just wait. Stan walked into line. Hmmm, what flavour? He store at the multiple flavours of icecream for awhile then finally decided to get salted caramel. As he stood in line, a redhead with a green ushanka caught his eye. That's a fucking weird pair of colours... 

He continued to watch the young man carefully until something else caught his eye. Vanilla? Seriously? It's an ok flavour but damn! Kinda plain, you know? 

" Next, " The worker pointed to where the cones and bowls were on-top of the counter. " cone or bowl? " Let's see... He could eat the cone on the way to work and not need to waste time looking for a bin, but it might melt and make the cone soggy. Disgusting! " I'll take the bowl, please. " he said with a small forced smile and continued to watch the strangely dressed man eat his snack. 

" What flavour? " His eyes returned to the worker, the man had his scoop ready to work. " Could I have the salted caramel? " He nodded and took a large scoop. He plopped it into Stan's bowl and told him how much it was. Stan payed and automatically went to leave but the redhead caught his eye, again. 

Honestly, what's wrong with me? It's just some random weirdass guy minding his own business. After Stan took his order, he half sprinted to the door and flung the door open. He heard the man say 'Next, cone or bowl?' in the distance behind him. He took a deep breath of fresh air. How long had he been holding his breath for? Stan peered down at his watch and sighed. Fucking late again...

I mean, it's better late than never.

He took some icecream in his little spoon he got for free and slid it into his mouth. He breathed out from his nostrils in relief. This is what he had been needing for a longggg time. He told himself to relax. Then he got on with walking to work. Stan was finally ready for work, nothing stopping him and no problems to solve!

There was one little problem. You know the redhead from the icecream parlour? Yeah, he wouldn't get out of his head and there was no changing that.

522words :')

WIP, GIVE ME IDEASSS ( and motivation )

also this ain't proof read