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He narrows his eyes, unamused, trying to decide if he should take anything personally. There's a limit to his ability to deal with blows to his ego, after all. But it's Wrath, Wrath usually jokes, it probably isn't serious, so perhaps he can relent just a bit.

There's a bit of reluctance to offer the cone over, but eventually he relents, agter taking another bite forst.

Wrath is not a bitter when it comes to ice cream. She's definitely a licker. Hopefully make doesn't mind, since that's what she does one he hands the cone over: take a couple long licks before offering it back.

"That's good. Our kitten has such good taste."

Grin.

Technically Maine's kitten but... Hopefully he doesn't mind sharing?

"She won't eat it." There isn't even a bat of an eye at the phrasing; as far as Maine's been concerned, Jellybean has belonged to the both of them since the day she was unceremoniously shoved into his hands. Wrath's been looking after her for long enough, that's for certain, and has probably done a hell of a lot more than he has to make sure she's healthy and well-adjusted. "Bad taste."

"Wow, if she doesn't like it maybe I should taste it again to see why." She's... mostly joking. "Guess she'll just have to try a different flavor next time."

If there's a next time. Who's he kidding, there's probably going to be a next time, even if it risks his pride. Because for as cantankerous as he can be, the time out of the house seems to have been good for her. She's smiling again, joking, it's exactly what he'd hoped for.

While there's no response beyond a good-natured roll of his eyes, he does offer the cone back over to her; Jellybean ruse aside, she's the one that'd originally mentioned ice cream so long ago, it would be cruel to keep it all to himself.

She is actually a little surprised that he hands it back without a grumble. Wrath decides to not abuse that kindness and just take one more lick before giving the cone back. "Yeah, you're right, she does have bad taste then, that stuff is really good."

Back to her chocolate and pepper jelly.

And hopefully ice cream is good for Maine as well. He seems in a downright playful mood, for him. It's good to see the grump get set aside on occasion, since it means he's relaxed a little.

"Or maybe it's a training issue," she offers, just in case maybe dies like strawberry that much. "Sometimes you have to learn to like flavors, right? By trying then over and over."

He won't admit to liking the saccharine sweet, at least not out loud, but there's a noise of approval at Wrath's statement. Yes, it's good, he's got a sweet tooth, even if he tries to hide it.

"'s how mres get edible." Over and over again until every tastebud is dead and canned meals are downright gourmet.

Yeah, she is not fooled in the slightest about the sweet tooth issue. All it took was watching Jojo share a pack of gummi worms with him and it was pretty damn obvious. But she's not in the habit of teasing people about things that make them happy, at least not in a mean way.

"Ugh, yeah." She wrinkles her nose. "Oh man. After a while, we ran out of MREs on the line and then it was just rat bars. They don't taste like anything at all, but they're so dense." And yet, she has rat bars in the kitchen cabinet, because she can always choke them down no matter what. "Ice cream is definitely better. I bet Jellybean will learn to like ice cream way faster than she could handle a rat bar."

"Not feeding her rat bars." The idea of even allowing them near the kitten is atrocious. Who in their right mind would be that cruel? "Might be animal abuse."

There's a slight turn of the corner of his mouth though, just enough to belay his amusement, even as he takes another bite.

"I think they're made out of animal abuse," she remarks. "She's super picky anyway. Aren't you, dork," she continues in the particularly stupid tone reserved for kittens, "didn't even want to eat the vat fish I got for her during the riots. Milk or nothing."

"Milk's good for her." Well, that and the idea of vat-grown things is still a little offputting, but that's more of a cultural difference than anything else. "Should find something she'll actually eat though."

"It's good for everyone. You should drink more milk too," Wrath says. "Good thing ice cream has milk in it too."

"She likes the kitten food in the pink bag. Cause pink is the best."

There's a shake of his head, "beer."

Beer is obviously the superior choice of refreshment here. He's perfectly healthy, army stims were good for that.

He nudges Jellybean with his free hand, prompting the most pitiful of mews, "find something else for her to eat too though."

"How are you gonna grow up big and strong if you only drink beer?" Let's just ignore the innate ridiculousness of that particular statement. It's supposed to be ridiculous.

Wrath rolls her eyes. "Maybe she'd like a different flavor of ice cream." Like the plain sweet cream, that's supposed to have stuff mixed into it. But it's the most like regular milk. "If you watch my chocolate, I'll go get her something new to try."

There's definitely a raised brow at that comment, and a small noise of amusement. Anyone who'd like to see him any bigger than he already is is probably insane; he already has enough problems with a lot of doorways, he doesn't need anymore.

But he nods at her suggestion, shifting to keep a hand on the kitten and juggle everything else. In reality, it's pretty ridiculous, downright domestic, but whatever. Anyone that gives him shit is pretty much guaranteed to go through the nearest window after all.

Wrath is totally sane. Never doubt her. And she likes big boys, okay. Like all sane people.

Once her half-finished chocolate ice cream has been successfully handed to Maine, Wrath heads inside to grab a little thing of sweet cream, which she brings back out. She's walking slowly, but she figures Maine can manage to be patient for that, or he would have volunteered to come in himself.

"Okay, here we go. Let's see if she likes this any better."

And now he's stuck holding a bunch of ice cream and a kitten. This had seemed like a decent idea at first, but now in practice he feels absolutely rediculous. Probably looks it too, so he makes sure to look extra cross at anyone that dares give him a passing glance. Jellybean doesn't really care, of course.

She is, however, intrigued on Wrath's return, and is far more interested in the new offering. It doesn't take long before she's successfully climbed down and is completely engrossed in the ice cream, because there's not much else that she really cares to worry about.

"Seems like it."

"Okay. So plain sweet cream for Jellybean in the future." Guess you'll have to find a better excuse next time, Maine. She takes her chocolate ice cream back from him and sits down. Looks like pepper jelly is a way to keep Maine from eating her ice cream.

Which actually means she might not get it in the future, since she wants Maine to be able to enjoy ice cream too. That's important. And he's got too much hurfdurf to manage it on his own.

Fine, the kitten gets ice cream. This is entirely something that he is completely fine with, no more using her as a ruse, okay. He'll just have to go back to avoiding the stuff, that's perfectly fine too. Pride is more important than personal pleasures, after all.

But he's still going to enjoy this right now, while it lasts.

Oh, she can practically smell the hurfdurf in the air. Why does she like such dumb boys?

Because dumb boys are the best, goddammit.

"The strawberry she didn't like this time was super good though," she remarks. "I think I'll get that next time." And then ask Maine to hold it. And then not notice when there's a lot less of it when she gets it back.

The things she does for your pride, Maine.

He offers a shrug back, but it's fairly obvious what she's doing. While he may not overtly acknowledge it, he's grateful nonetheless. It's a wonder why she goes through such things to protect his ego, really. Perhaps it's just part of having his back, another one of these partner things. Not something he'd originally have thought of, but he does appreciate it.

"Do what you need to do."

Wrath gives him a bright smile. "Sometimes, I'm just doing what I want to." She doesn't do these things because she has to; she does them because she cares about Maine and wants to.

(Even if he's a dumb boy.)

Oh. While the intent had been read, it's much different hearing her put it into words. Nice, even. It's a strange feeling.

But that's a partner thing, isn't it? This is still having his back. At least that's what he's going to tell himself.

Instead, he gives her a look, an attempt at being cynical but there's a hint of a genuine grin tugging at the corner of his mouth that he can't quite will away.

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dat face y

such face

wow

shhh shhhhhh

omg that stupid cute face

so manly 5eva

is it any wonder she likes him so much XD

shhh wrath shhh

shh yourself, cutieface

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