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[sharpes]

[Brandon looks, for all intents and purposes, bored as hell.]

You know what this place really needs?

[Bit of a pause. Purely for dramatic effect, you understand. He is an actor.]

Twitter.

And if you have to ask me what that is, you're seriously dead to me. Like. Don't even try.

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[controlledvariable]

Well, I was gonna come ply you with sympathy anyway. [about the twitter thing] But it's up to you.

[She doesn't want to push help how do relationships work]

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[sharpes]

Yeah, sure.

[So casual.]

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[controlledvariable]

I'll bring ice cream.

[And lo, as it was foretold, Steph knocks on Brandon's door not too long after ending the transmission, and she has a tub of only slightly melty ice cream.

Having a best friend with freeze breath is a bonus]

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[sharpes]

[... eyebrow.]

Okay, where did you find ice cream, exactly? And, uh, yeah, come in.

[He steps back from the door. The place is looking much better than the last time Steph was here, at least.]

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[controlledvariable]

I'm magic. Didn't you know?

[She brandishes it with triumph as she steps inside, pressing a light kiss to Brandon's cheek as she passes him]

I hope you like chocolate.

[sharpes]

Didn't know, but not terribly surprised, either.

[He follows after her, rubbing his cheek.]

Oh, you know. Chocolate. Who isn't a fan?

[controlledvariable]

I'm sure it answers a lot of questions.

[Imagine if she was magic.

That would be terrible.]

I think I once met someone who didn't like it, but that could've been a fever dream.

[she's just going to wander into his kitchen and dish up two bowls of ice cream like she owns the place]

[sharpes]

Some I didn't even know I had!

[gasp, shock!

Brandon follows her into the kitchen and sort of lounges against the expansive island centerpiece, watching her.]

Heathens.

[controlledvariable]

Just don't tell anyone, I'll have to put a curse on you, which'd just be sad for both of us.

[One bowl of icecream + spoon, is getting offered to Brandon, while Steph holds onto her own as she stands next to him. She eats a spoonful before saying anything more.]

I know, right? I can still remember the first time I had it. [what a good day.]

[sharpes]

[He mimes the classic gesture of zipping his mouth shut and throwing away the key. That same hand then snags onto that bowl of ice cream.]

Huh, really? I can't.

[controlledvariable]

I think I was like - six? Maybe? I probably got a late start, but I still have an alarming fondness for those terrible chocolate puddings that come with school lunches.

[sharpes]

Ugh. Those things were gross. I know exactly what you're talking about, too. And I went to private school.

[controlledvariable]

See, I know logically that they're revolting, but I still get tempted to sneak into schools just to steal some.

[It doesn't make sense! She's just going to eat her ice cream instead]

[sharpes]

They arrest people for that sort of thing, you know.

[just saying.]

[controlledvariable]

Only if I get caught. Wouldn't be the first time I've broken into a school.

[sharpes]

Yikes. You live life on the wild side, huh?

[mmhmm he's just gonna eat his ice cream kind of provocatively don't mind him.]

[controlledvariable]

You have no idea. [he really doesn't] But seriously, empty schools are the best places to have water fights.

[god

dammit

Brandon.]

[sharpes]

[eyebrow raise.

no, no context. for anything.]

[controlledvariable]

What? [What is that eyebrow raise for young man?]

[sharpes]

[slight leer.]

You're staring.

[controlledvariable]

You--! [No she wasn't! (Yes she was)] You're the... [vague gesture at him and the ice cream] Doing that.

[help]

[sharpes]

[grin.]

Like what you see?

[NO SHAME. NONE.]

[controlledvariable]

No. [yes]

Maybe.

How do you even do that?

[No one should be allowed to make eating ice cream look sexy]

[sharpes]

Good genetics?

[... his grin probably isn't as innocent as it should be when he says that, whoops. This is what happens when your mom was a playboy centrefold.]

[controlledvariable]

I'm pretty sure the ability to eat ice cream obscenely isn't an inherited trait.

[So rude, Brandon. Steph is just going to eat her own ice cream and try not to stare]