Her One Weakness...

Talk to Me Ice Cream

Neo's P.O.

I turn to find my smart mouthed accomplice is an orange haired guy dressed in some sort of white coat that looks to be in his mid twenties. He carried a cane, most likely his weapon by the looks of it. He wore a fancy hat and.... is that mascara? And eyeliner...?

I had to suppress a giggle. What kind of a guy wears mascara and eyeliner?

Both of us continue with our examinations, sizing each other up. He had a pale complexion to match his ginger hair, and a set of green eyes that suggested mischief.

I could stare into his green eyes all day... wait what?! I shook my head. I must be becoming deranged from my lack of ice cream today. It's like my personal brand of heroine.

I was interrupted by the hysterical laughter emitting from the comically dressed man before me that I have dubbed Mascara. What so funny?

I give Mascara a questioning look.

"Hahaha... oh it's nothing.. just... haha.. that you are dressed like an ICE CREAM CONE! BAHAHAHA!! Ohh they sent me little girl that dresses up like a frozen treat to help perform my heists. Jees Cinder really has lost it. What are you twelve?"

I shook my head, my face void if emotion. If I was going to succeed in putting this fool in his place I had to time my attack very carefully.

"5?" I roll my eyes. This guy definitely tries your patience.

"Alright, Nepolitian, how old are you?" Mascara sneered.

I held up two fingers on one hand and five on the other.

"What? Twenty-five?" Mascara asks a little taken aback. I nod. "Huh only a year younger aren't ya Neapolitan."

Hmmm I just realised that Mascara knows my name but I don't know his real name. How rude. I'll have to fix that.

I pulled out my scroll and typed swiftly before showing it to him. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at me weirdly. I just indicated to my scroll. Sighing he spared my scroll a glance.

What is your name? It's hardly acceptable for you to know mine and me not know yours.

"Oh yeah uh the name's Torchwick. Roman Torchwick," he mumbles. "Wait hang on, why didn't you just ask me that?" I reach for my scroll to type but he interrupted me

"It's lot easier to get the message across if you talk, you know." He paused for my response, but obviously there wasn't one. "Come now no need to shout," he mocked.

THAT tone again. Gosh I could just kill him! Not worth staining your new jacket Neo. NOT WORTH IT!

"TALK TO ME ICE CREAM!!!!"

My patience just broke. What a ridiculous NICKNAME! I mean I get it and all but that's just plain insulting.

During his little childish rant he had unconsciously moved towards me... bringing him into the range of Frozen Delight...

Quick as lightning I struck him in the stomach causing him to bow over. I followed through with a blow towards head, but he's quicker than I thought and managed to block the blow.

Not bad. Not bad at all

Before he could blink I swiped his legs from under him with a kick. He landed on the ground with a thud. Before he could reach for his cane I put my foot to his throat.

The next thing I did wasn't exactly as badass as I wanted it to be but what can you do? While Torchwick stared up at me with wide eyes, I furiously typed on my scroll before shoving it in his face.

I'm a mute asshole. I can't exactly talk like you insist I do. Talk to me like I'm nothing again and I swear I won't be so lenient. Cinder might have appointed me to you but don't think I won't put you 5km under the very earth you're lying on if you so much as look at me wrong!