giovanni | vanadis
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"happy halloween—"
"i told you, halloween's done."
"did I not tell you not to talk to me again?"
he chuckled,
"did you not tell me that you love me to the moon and back?"
"i did not say that!"
"oh, you did."
"stop or i'll seriously cut your head."
"fine, fine. my sweet innocent vanadis.
"oh, for crying out loud!"
"but it doesn't change the fact that halloween's done and you're still greeting your costumers a happy halloween."
"halloween's not done as long as it's still november!"
he snorted,
"your logic is amazing."
"oh yes. don't complain or i'll cut your head for real."
"no, i'm not complaining. that's totally fine!"
she rolled her eyes playfully,
"whatever, donald trump. so do you wanna order something?"
"what's nice to eat now?"
"oh. um, cookies and cream, butter brickle, tutti frutti, butter pecan, bubblegum, chocolate chip cookie dough, black forest, cotton candy, french vanilla, moon mist, raspberry ripple, stracciatella, tiger tail—"
"van, I don't remember asking you for the whole list."
"hey, everything's nice to eat."
"what do you like to eat, then?"
she snorted,
"am I the one who's going to eat?"
"don't use your sarcastic remarks at me, I've gotten a hell lot used to it."
she laughed,
"whatever, grumpy. i'd say bubblegum ice cream."
"doesn't it taste like... medicine?"
"are you offending me? it's my favorite flavor of all!"
"okay, jesus, don't need to be a tiger."
she pouted.
"i'm ordering it. let's have a taste of that bubblegum of yours, shall we?"
"okay! bubblegum power coming right up!"
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