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[doormatting.livejournal.com]

Characters: Anthy Himemiya and anyone who wants a brain freeze, a stained shirt or food poisoning.
Where: Casualty Communal, 13th Floor, Room I - her room
Rating: PG for now?
Time: August 8, Noon~
Description: A log for this. She's secretly evil, though, so expect something to go wrong. OH OH AND action tags or prose, either way's okay.

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After shopping for the ingredients and making a lot of shaved ice, Anthy placed the bowls inside a big cooler so they wouldn't melt. She sat in front of a big table inside her room, eating some already. She made a quick, mental list to check if everything was already there. A few bottles of water, check. A rag, check. A dozen of spoons, check. After confirming that, yes, everything was there, her eyes followed the clock's second hand while she waited for her guests to arrive.

She hoped some of them decided to take her up in her offer. She only wanted to... help people.

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[dofaye.livejournal.com]

"Ah, of course," he said, and pushed the bowl to her. He waited in suspense as he sipped his tea.

[doormatting.livejournal.com]

Once the shaved ice touched her tongue, she stuck her tongue out and shivered. "Ack," she shook her head and drank some tea again. "I'm sorry, Mr de Ferrier! I accidentally doused this treat with hot sauce."

[dofaye.livejournal.com]

Jules sighed in relief that Anthy didn't enjoy hot, spicy ice any more than he did. That meant that if he came to see her at a later date, he would be able to have something a bit more edible... perhaps. "Oh, it's really not a problem, miss."

[doormatting.livejournal.com]

Anthy placed the bowl aside and served him another bowl of shaved ice. Lemon flavored this time.

[dofaye.livejournal.com]

He stared at the shaved ice and took another slow sip of his tea. "As a matter of fact, I'm quite full now."

[doormatting.livejournal.com]

"Did I turn you off because of the last batch? I'm very sorry about that..," she said guiltily, insecurely pressing her palm against her cheek and looking at the ground.

[dofaye.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, not at all!" Jules quickly answered. He didn't have any particular reason to need to gain Anthy's trust, but there was no point in making enemies with her. He ate a small spoonful and was pleased to to discover that this time, the dessert tasted like ice and sugar. "Delicious!"

[doormatting.livejournal.com]

"Thank you!" she beamed, looking like she accomplished something.

[dofaye.livejournal.com]

Jules took a few more spoonfuls of the dessert, somewhat comforted by the way it cooled him in a way that made perfect sense, unlike many of the things in Death City, and wondered if it would be possible to make tea-flavoured ice. After finishing the bowl without any more unpleasant surprises, he stood up, wondering if it would be proper for him to do so but uncomfortable enough from kneeling on the floor to commit a possible faux paus.

[doormatting.livejournal.com]

"Are you going?" she asked, turning her head to face him with her usual smile.

[dofaye.livejournal.com]

"I may, perhaps..." Jules began, trailing off until he made his decision: "yes, I am, if you don't mind. I have... things to finish," he lied.

[doormatting.livejournal.com]

"Goodbye, then. It was very nice to meet you. Have a safe trip!"

[dofaye.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," he said, slightly relieved to be leaving. Anthy seemed like a very kind girl, he decided; he'd have to keep an eye on her in the future.