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Nothing is better...

Who: Klarion and YOU!
When: Sometime in the afternoon
Where: A little ice cream parlor he found.
Status: Open

It's not often one sees Klarion just sitting enjoying the sun and city. But today he decided to look around for something he'd been craving. What was that? Ice cream, and not just any ice cream, strawberry ice cream. It was one of the few things he had discovered in the human world that he found himself craving. As he walked around the city people around him and Teekl found their shoelaces tied together, or tripping over air. Why? Because Klarion was bored!

His grin spreads over his lips as he walks, watching as his 'victims' trip and stumble around him. He doesn't do this to everyone mind you, just a few. Even as he sits, enjoying his ice cream, he searches for unsuspecting targets. Today was going to be a good day he could just feel it.

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Selphie is, essentially, a walking target - for anyone and anything. She's practically a target to herself, she's so clumsy. That much is obvious when she nearly walks right into this guy's table, bumping her hip against it. She'd been thinking of getting icecream herself, but was a little distracted when she was checking out his strawberry kind - it looked good. "Owie..."

To say Klarion wasn't happy about his table being jarred was an understatement. He hadn't even tripped this one! Not to mention none that he had tripped even came close to running into him!

"Excuuse me." He frowned, tapping his foot before taking a bite from his ice cream. Beside him Teekl had made herself comfortable on one of the chairs, almost completely out of site unless one actually looked.

To be honest he was just glad he hadn't been made to drop the precious confection. "Do you often run into people?"

For a guy like Gamzee, tripping on his shoelaces is nothing new. With a loud 'woah', he stumbles in his steps, eyes going wide, right as he passes Klarion's table. Falling clowns, extra hilarious.

But there was one thing Klarion perhaps had not anticipated: Gamzee had been drinking from an open bottle of faygo right when his shoelaces got all tangly and knotty together. An open bottle that goes sailing as he goes tripping, hitting the edge of the table with a thunk before spilling alarge amount of sugary, sticky soda on Klarion's lap.

Klarion laughed hardest as he watched the clown go down...at first. It wasn't until he noted the soda flying at him and splashing across his lap that he sprang up with a sneer on his lips.

"Gah! Really!?" In his haste to dash for a napkin however...Klarion dropped his ice cream with a sickening splat onto the table below him. the sound made him freeze before he resumed cleaning up the mess.

"Merow..." Teekl seemed to find both predicaments more than amusing as she jumped up onto the table, lapping at the ice cream with a purr before looking back up at Klarion as if he was a moron. "Meroow."

Only Klarion could tell what she was saying and that was easy 'You have magic, use it.' "I know that you stupid cat." Huffing Klarion banished the mess with a muttered "Pu nealc." Simple baby magic would do for something like this. After the mess was cleaned, both his and the ice cream, Klarion spun around to face the clown on the ground.

"What are you stupid? Who walks around with an open bottle and untied shoelaces!" Really he should have known better himself...watch before you cast Klarion.

Selphie immediately threw up her hands, showing her palms in a sign that she meant only peace. She smiled apologetically and looked him over to make sure that she hadn't somehow ended up hurting him, "Oops! I'm sorry!~"

She scratched the back of her head, feeling a little embarrassed about it this time. "Uhm...not really often. I mean, I run into things more than I run into people. But I'm so much better lately! I think? ...Are you okay?"

Tripping really was nothing new for Italy. Back home, the other countries had a habit of kidnapping him or even beating him up. Germany usually came to his rescue. But Germany wasn't here, so Italy was left on his own. To trip on his face. And to drop the ice cream he had in his hand.

Klarion waved his hand at her with a huff. "I'm fine." This woman can talk, then again he should be used to that by now. Really though he was just glad his ice cream was still safe...he didn't want to loose that.

He just sits with his legs crossed, seeming to have completely composed himself once more.

"I suppose I could forgive you, this time."

Seeing the young man go down Klarion laughed, coming out as a pretty obnoxious cackle actually. This was one of the few simple pleasure's that Klarion enjoyed. Not only had the guy gone down, but he had dropped his ice cream. That was double points to Klarion. He couldn't even bring himself to feel even slightly sorry for the poor stranger, he was too busy laughing.

"Oh! Well, that's good!" Selphie broke into a smile of relief, just pleased that she hadn't actually hurt anyone. "I'm glad - I wouldn't want us to get off to the wrong start, or anything." She grinned, and decided to take a seat right next to him, "So - is the strawberry icecream good here? I usually go for the chocolate kind..."

By the time Klarion spun around to look at him, Gamzee was already climbing back to his feet. He fell down often enough that he never let it keep him down, or even wreck his good mood. Sometimes a bro's face and the floor just all wanted to become close buddies for a bit, and shit, you just hadda roll with that.

He climbed to his feet, beating the dirt of his pants, his eyes still cast down even as he started to speak. "Sorry, man. I just got all caught with this wicked thirst, and shit, when your foodsack be asking you for a drink of the wicked miracles, what kinda motherfucker can up and say no? You gotta listen at what your husk be telling you, you dig? I weren't all meaning to be getting you--"

This was the pointed where he looked up, looked at Klarion and... huh.

"You ain't wet."

Weird. Gamzee could've sworn he saw his bottle shower Klarion with sticky soda right before his snout and the pavement got real close and acquainted. Plus the way this bro had been getting his shout on, he just had assumed he'd be staring at a man covered in faygo.

Italy really didn't pay much mind to the cackle. He was more upset about the loss of ice cream. He frowned as he pushed himself back up. It wasn't gelato, his favorite, but it was still a good sugary treat! And now the sidewalk was enjoying it instead of him.

He rubbed the side of his head, a comically large bump forming. Then he proceeded to untie his shoelaces. Sure was strange how they got tied together so easily.

This woman was...annoying. Did they always talk that much? Even Queen Bee didn't talk all that much.

"Nothing is better than strawberry." He commented before licking some of the melting deliciousness before it handed on his hand. "And to answer your question, yes it is good."

What had that man said? Klarion had a hard time deciphering what was coming out of the clowns mouth. Taking a moment Klarion raised a hand to his hed, rubbing his temple as he could almost feel a head ache coming on.

"What are you even-" He was interupted by the last statement and instead of demanding to know what it had been that the clown had said he instead pulled himself up strait and adjusted his suit jacket.

"What sort of Lord of Chaos would I be if I left myself soaked in that sugary concoction?" He sniffed before looking back at Gamzee. "It's called magic."

Klarion meanwhile continued to laugh, only stopping when he noticed how it wasn't seeming to effect the stranger. Huffing lightly he shook his head. There wasn't any fun when they didn't respond. Instead he setteled for watching him fix his shoelaces.

"Aww shit, man, you can do magic? That's hella tight." Gamzee's eyes widen a little, a little extra shine to them. He just... He really fuckin' digs magic, okay. Of course, he thinks toasters are magic too, but that doesn't take away from the fact that he is firmly convinced that not only magic is a very real thing, but that it is also the best sort of miracle.

"I fail to see how magic can be 'tight' or any form of constricting...unless I make it so." Oh Klarion just really doesn't understand slang. That's what happens when you are from a subterranean puritan society. Still standing tall Klarion looked over at Gamzee, finally noting his different appearance. Most of the people he had seen thus far had been, well, human.

This guy was obviously far from that. Narrowing his eyes Klarion leaned forward and tilted his head to one side. "What in the world are you?"

Selphie has that extra special talent of being able to talk a lot all the time. "Really? Are you sure about that? What about chocolate? Or peppermint choc chip? Or even salted caramel?" She leaned over the table, smiling up at him and then down at the ice cream. "Can I try some?"

Italy hadn't found any reason to throw himself into a panic quite yet. He was more disappointed than anything else. He frowned sorrowfully at the melting lump of sugary goodness currently dying on the sidewalk. Well he'll just have to go back and get another. After all, they were free anyway, and the locals seemed more than happy to serve him ice cream. Perhaps he'd try another flavor this time.

"Nothing. Is better than strawberry." Klarion sniffed before looking at the girl like she'd gone crazy. She wanted him to share his food!? How daft was she?

"No, you may not." he narrowed his eyes. he didn't share with anyone, that was just...ew. Yes he was a slight prude, but really. When you're raised by a race of subterranean puritans, stuff like sharing food was rare, and mostly only done with those you were close to.

Watching as the brunette moved to get more ice cream Klarion began to think. He had to admit it would be more than amusing if he could trip the young man again, make him loose his sweet ice cream a second time. Though the only case in which he wouldn't...would be if Italy had returned with strawberry. Free or not....he couldn't waste something so good. Yes, he was biased and his priorities were...odd.

Selphie wrinkled her nose, pulling a face at that statement. "Ri-ight." Now she was looking at this guy like perhaps he was crazy. She only shook her head when he refused, "But then...if you don't let me try some, how am I ever gonna know if strawberry really is the best kind?" Selphie tilted her head, blinking with wide eyes, but amusing herself with her teasing.

Gamzee was about to explain that it weren't tight as in knotted laces tight, but tight as in bitchtits awesome tight, but he lost track of that particular rail-bound freight carrier of thought when Klarion asked his second question.

He glanced down himself for just a second, before looking up. "Just a clown, bro. You ain't ever got to seeing no clowns before?"

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