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"can't you get allergic if you, like, eat too much of a thing? maybe that's what happened with you and nectarines." he suggested with a shrug of his own. his possible pistachio allergy could've just been a reaction to a bad batch of baklava, but he hadn't been to an allergist ever and didn't have plans to. so a mystery it would stay! he shook his head then, "no, no, i have no problem with ice cream in a cup. i think ice cream has a time and a place in all its forms. like... an ice cream date? i'd probably get a cup. today? i'm walking home with it, so a cone."

"you think? oh gosh, that doesn't sound very fun to be allergic to. i think i'm allergic to nectarines. and i used to love them as a kid. but now? my throat gets all scratchy and it's the worst. especially when it's something you like and you know you can't have it." she shrugged her shoulders. "we all can't like the same thing, right? it's good to have your own preferences, after all. " she thought about it for a moment before turning back to him. "see, i'm more of a ice cream in a cup girl. is that something ice cream experts consider a red flag or?"

And Summers reading body language. -Rachel 

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

— Mitch Albom (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

"Whoa, whoa whoa, disgusting?! Man, you just haven't had the right chocolate ice cream or something, that's crazy." Though, Eren had a sweet tooth, he was probably a bit biased. His eyes flicked over the the strawberry then and he nodded, "Also a fair choice, but be stingy with the toppings, don't wanna ruin that flavor." He was pretty much decided on cookie dough now — which, of course, had nothing to do with the assertion that his other flavor choice was disgusting. Eren laughed, "I mean, you could always get two scoops! What is it the people say? Treat yourself." He flashed a grin, "But then you gotta decide what kinda cone or bowl, sorry to say."

"Well, I know for certain it wouldn't be chocolate. That's fecking disgusting... no offense or anything. I'm just not a fan myself." Cormac laughed. He had always hated anything chocolate-flavoured. He loved chocolate, but the flavouring? Not a fan. "I'll probably opt for some strawberry with fancy toppings..." The man's voice trailed off as he became distracted by all the options, aimlessly looking up and down at them all. He had always been easily distracted, and making decisions had never been his strong suit. "Or maybe some buttered pecan... fucking hell. There's a lot of options, huh?" He scratched the back of his head and shook his head. "Now I'm as lost as you!"

eren nodded, folding his arms over his chest, "yeah, yeah, you make a good point. there's a zero chance of cookie dough being bad." plus, it's the most nostalgic choice and he was sort of in the mood for something comforting, "what're you gonna get?" he asked aurora, a slight grin on his face, "you goin' cookie dough too? or another classic?"

"you know... that is quite the tough decision for you to make." aurora nodded her head in agreement with that statement. "i don't know if i could decide between the two either. but if i had to, then i'd say cookie dough. i mean really, how could you ever go wrong with that as an option?" she was slightly bias to that. mainly because it was one of her absolute favorites. how could she not choose it?

she's seldom missed a day of work in thirty years even if she was sick, but she doesn't bother pointing that out. the longest she's ever taken off was probably when she had dash — yet another knock against him, it seems. "hm." miranda lets out a breath, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them and setting her ice cold stare on her son again, "well, feet pictures are the lest of your worries, i think. considering he told me that you got fired." miranda lets that hang between them for a moment before adding, "do you want to tell me how that happened? and it's in your best interest not to lie to me again."

"woah, woah, stay away! wouldn't want you to miss work." lest there's one less evil rich man roaming the earth, dash thinks to himself, as he desperately moves to place some distance between them. the full length of the sofa and the coffee table should do the trick. any closer and she might smell where he's been all night. he looks down at his feet, cursing the hell out of these open ended questions. it could be anything! "well, mr. phillips has been acting weird ever since he asked for your feet pics and i told him that was inappropriate. so i'd take everything he tells you with a pinch of salt."

he wishes he hated the way she smiles at him, it would make things easier, instead it makes his heart beat faster and his palms feel a little sweaty. there are a million things he wants to say, but he's never been the best at words and he doesn't want to make her feel guilty. as much as the breakup hurt him, eren doesn't want her to feel bad because he's sure she had her reasons. or, at least, he hopes she had a good reason to end things. he still doesn't know. he wonders if she'll ever tell him. eren lets out a breath, a little shrug rolling off of his shoulders, "i'm..." confused, sad, a little angry, "fine. i'm doing okay." definitely not well and even fine is a stretch. it all still feels so fresh and he wants to do is pull her close, have her in his arms, but he can't. "i, uh..." he wants to tell her that he misses her, "i've been thinkin' about you." maybe even worse than 'i miss you'? he's not sure. "i've been wanting to see you, to check in and stuff..." to check in about what? he's not entirely sure. it felt like a fair enough thing to say. again, words have never really been his thing.

it was cowardly, she knows. running away from someone without really giving them a reason why, without any explanation, despite knowing that they, of all people, deserve one. despite the love between the two. but that love was exactly what got her into this mess to begin with, and now, she finds herself swallowing thickly as she looks at the man she has been trying so hard to avoid. easier said than done in such a small town like this. "hi," she says, forcing a smile, even with the feeling of her heart constricting in her chest, all the memories running through her brain like a movie watched in 2x speed, causing her to inhale sharply. "i've been good," gabby says softly, her smile turning more genuine. warmer. she's always felt so good in eren's presence, but now, it's tainted with the guilt knowing she has hurt such a good man. someone who didn't even do anything wrong to begin with. the thought causes the smile to drop from her face slightly before she nods. "and you? i hope you've been doing well?" she gently asks.

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for? gabriela ( @fromafars ) where? somewhere around town, outdoors

when he sees her it feels like a jumping into a pool that's too cold, like a hundred icicles prickling his skin and refreshing all at the same time. and when he gets a hold of himself, it kind of does feel like he's popping his head out above the water. eren stops in his tracks, paper bag of groceries tucked in one arm, "gabi." his voice sounds hoarser than he means it to. they haven't really spoken since she's ended things, so as painful and confusing as that is, he's happy to see her too, "i... well, how are you?" he asks rather lamely.

eren grins, watching her gesture at the options with a hum, "glad to know the ceo of the parlor." he teases and leans against the counter as they chat, "i like rocky road. it's a classic, i can't rule it our completely, but something about salted caramel... i think it's a little too rich for me, y'know? i dunno, the caramel is just always so thick. the marshmallow in chocolate marshmallow has a good thickness." he's talking about ice cream like a sommelier discusses wine, with strong flavor opinions to match, "what's your beef with chocolate marshmallow? obviously, nothing can replace a classic, but it's good! it get's a 9/10 for me most of the time!"

ah — the true test of someone's character; what ice cream they choose to order at the parlor. pacey stood with hands perched on her hips, humming and pursing her lips pensively at such a trivial decision. " what would i do ? i'm glad you asked. step into my office kid, " she responds with jest, putting on the facade of a very serious ice cream aficionado, all the while waving him over to the rest of the options as if that was her office. " chocolate chip cookie dough is playing it safe for sure, but would you really replace such a fantastic classic with a flavour like chocolate marshmallow ? i mean, at least give rocky road or salted caramel a fighting chance. "

"are you not connected to the wifi? because i am connected to the wifi and things are working great." they think, at least. he threw his phone across the room about an hour ago, wanting to really lock in on the love is blind UK and he didn't want a distraction. they lift themself from their sprawl across the couch to get his phone from the floor, "but i will order the pizza. that is, if i can pick the toppings." they wiggle their eyebrows. plus, it's not like he can't afford it. even with writer's block, he's got savings and a relatively wealthy family to thank.

" i have like . . . no service . i feel like i'm in the twilight zone or something . " he let's out a soft sigh of annoyance as he drops his phone . cain shoves the device back into his pocket before turning back to his roommate . " what about you ? you got enough to order the pizza ? " cain won't tell the other he's almost to the point of being hangry . that's what happens when you work a shift on an empty stomach . and there was no way he'd could eat any more popcorn for the week .

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reece looks up with a jump, a bit startled to be called out like this. and it's not his fault and it's not her fault, it's simply the ice cream's fault, "sorry, i was just wondering about how they make waffle bowls," he gestures down at the waffle bowl holding their cherry cordial scoop, "do you think there's a how it's made about them?" but then they snap out of it, looking at esme, "anyway, that's for me to find out later. i'm listening now. promise." he salutes his friend, sitting up straight in his seat to prove that he's really listening.

WHERE: hollow creek ice cream shop. WITH: reece canosa / @asundcr.

" i'm not sure where they'd even be operating from — like — okay, really long shot, but what if they're not even from here ? someone who moved, or — " she stops. rolls it back and sets their eyes on him with a deep frown. sometimes they forget not everyone is as enthused about her search as she is. esme tips her shades down to peer at them over her glasses, cotton candy ice cream in front of her long forgotten. " i can't even see you well and i know you're not listening to me. do you hate me ? is that it ? that has to be it. " a huff as she sits back in the shitty metal chair, but her tone is light, the characteristic bite nowhere to be found.

"but sometimes marshmallow really hits, ya know what i mean? it's a powerful flavor." though, he can see his point. and maybe a sundae would be good, "wait... do you think it's fucked up to get a sundae with chocolate marshmallow and chocolate chip cookie dough?" maybe with marshmallow sauce on top... oh now he's really cooking... "though, that might be kinda crazy flavor-wise..." he has much to think about. so he asks bryce, "what flavor are you gonna get? maybe it'll inspire me."

for  what  it's  worth,  he's  been  good.  there  was  a  time,  many  moons  ago  (  a  few  weeks  ago,  thanks  to  the  heat  )  where  all  he  craved  was  ice  cream.  bryce  is  sure  he  might  suddenly  become  lactose  intolerant  because  of  his  constant  consumption,  but  alas,  stomach  ache  on  the  horizon  and  less  of  a  damn  to  give.  he's  thankful  the  ice  cream  shop  is  not  as  busy  as  it  usually  is  —  makes  it  easier  to  hear  the  other  without  straining  his  ears.  much.  “marshmellow  is  a  bit  too  much,  i  think.”  nose  scrunches  in  distaste.  “it's  like  -  like  -  the  big  combination,  you  know?  at  that  point  you  might  be  better  off  with  a  sundae.”  a  shrug,  eyes  staying  on  the  menu  in  front  of  them.  “dependin'  on  how  much  you  actually  think  you  can  eat,  obviously.  but  if  you're  gonna  go  for  that  one,  better  just  go  big  or  go  home  with  it.”

reece listened intently, wanting every spooky detail of what had happened to aurora. he hummed, "well, i mean, it could be a ghost — if you believe in that sorta thing. like a poltergeist, they love to be fucking annoying," maybe if reece was a ghost, they would be a poltergeist, "just doin' shit for laughs." then they shrugged, "but, yeah, obviously could just be a prank too. which would be less fun, but more practical. though, what's the fun in practicality, y'know what i mean?" he tilted his head to the side, "or maybe there's just some sorta really strong wind running through the shop for some reason. my bedroom sometimes slams shut if i have too many windows open, i dunno."

she was very curious to know if other people happened to be experiencing the exact same thing that she was. could it be possible that something else was going on here? something underneath the surface that no one else really knew much about? who knows? there was only so much guessing and speculating that she could do before worrying that maybe she wouldn't of been entirely believed. "yeah... like. can't explain it. weird. just like some objects flying off the wall, hearing a door opening in the back, something not being there after i swore i left it in one place. i've never experienced anything like that before." she responded. still almost in disbelief that it happened for her to be a witness of. "i'm not sure what else to do about it. maybe i need to check the security cameras. it has to be a harmless prank if anything, right?" truthfully speaking she was trying to find a reasonable explaination for this.

miranda gives isaac a withering, though mostly good-natured, look. even if he makes a good point, she's never one to admit when she's wrong and she's not going to start now, "isaac, dash was fired, so i feel as if i'm allowed to be a bit hard on him right now." granted, her son is a grown adult fully capable of making his own choices — blah, blah, blah — but she's still mad. "i have given my kids every opportunity to succeed. i can't just watch him throw that away!" of course, she can watch him do that, miranda just doesn't want to.

WHERE: hollow creek winery. WITH: @asundcr / miranda graves.

isaac likes the winery. when he was younger, he'd worked here a few summers, serving drinks and bartending — easy money, easier tips. then, the smell of vines and warmth of the sun was comforting because it was familiar; now, it's comforting because it's a socially acceptable way to day drink. " you're being too hard on them, i think. " a little click of his tongue as he brings the wine glass to his lips, wetting them with the red. makes a show of swallowing as he continues, " you're expecting too much. "

"i think i might be allergic to pistachios, i dunno though." eren shrugged, eyes going back to the flavor selection, "but anything with chocolate chips? i'm in. so i guess i'll go chocolate chip cookie dough." he grinned at brielle, "sorry to disappoint, but see? still helpful to my decision." now he just had to decide what sort of cone he wanted it on, "what kinda cone do ya usually prefer?" he asked her.

brielle made a face at him when he mentioned both of those flavors. she was a strawberry kind of girl with the occasional preference for pistachio chocolate chip sometimes. "well, i can absolutely tell you that i wouldn't go with either of those two options. seems like they'd be way too sweet for me. pistachio with chocolate chips was always a go to of mine. i'd say to try that if you're looking for a new option." brielle certainly liked her things done a certain way. even her ice cream.

"is there an age limit on marshmallows?" eren tilts his head to the side, a slight look of intrigue on his face as senne speaks, "am i no longer allowed to enjoy a s'more?" he asks him with a soft chuckle, "are adults doomed to a sad non-marshmallow existence?!" now he's leaning toward the cookie dough, obviously not because of senne's comment or anything.

senne is hovered over the selection of ice creams, taking note of which flavour seems to be reaching its end and which flavour has hardly been touched. they’ve been here every day this week, at the same time. luckily for him, today he gets to run into their favourite beefcake. “that’s a perverted question,” he says flatly, not looking up from the glass. “aren’t you too old for marshmallows?”

she doesn't find his quip funny. not now. and she waits for the response, a whole new wave of rage passing over her when she lies, but it doesn't show that passionately yet. at first, she simply says, "sick? hm," miranda paces a bit closer to dash, ignoring the pizza offer altogether, "mr. phillips didn't say anything about you being sick when i spoke to him earlier." she crosses her arms over her chest, "actually, he told me a much different story. can you guess what that is?" if not, she's more than happy to fill in the blank.

he blinks to avoid looking at her for too long. when she uses that tone, he feels so small, like he’s a child again. despite his nerves, however, he can’t help the quip that flies out of his mouth almost instantly, “look at us, on the same page and all.” the use of the full name means he’s in trouble, though he thinks that’s the only time she ever really refers to him by any name. “i’m sick. like, really sick. real deadly stuff. they said i should take the day off before i infect the office. you should probably stay away before you catch it.” a beat. then, he holds out the cardboard box. “pizza?”

there’s literally nothing more fun than being kind????? like? making someone feel loved and appreciated and seeing them smile and hearing them giggle?? sign me the fuck up

for? open where? the ice cream shop

"it's a very tough decision. maybe one of the toughest of my life." anyone just walking in on the conversation might think eren's talking about a career change or a potential move, but the life or death decision in question is between ice cream flavors. he rubs his chin, a warm smile on his lips as he glances over, "chocolate chip cookie dough is a classic, but there is something about chocolate marshmallow that's callin' my name... what would you do?"