[open] They didn't have taro ice cream bars and I'm still vaguely butthurt.

[convictionary]

Who: Gaius (convictionary) and various and sundry other people, yes, it's ice cream time.
When: Post-Lasker intro log
Where: Lasker, starting off in an ice cream parlor because I can.
What: Investigating Lasker stuff while eating ice cream.
Rating: Probably some innuendo and mild cursing because it's me, and I might use a vulgar metaphor and/or analogy at some point.

[So, as Gaius stared at the ice cream bar shaped vaguely like Kaito's head (chocolate flavored) he couldn't help but say.]

That ain't right.

[They could get to Double Duo and doing other things in a second. Right now he's distracted by ice cream bars shaped like people he knew.]

Comments

[carptricks]

[snickers]

Fair enough. Hey, are there any more me-shaped ice creams in there? I want one.

[he doesn't feel weird about eating ice cream shaped like his head at all, especially when it's chocolate]

[convictionary]

... [...] Don't see one. Gods, there's a lotta Wukongs, though.

[Which means guess who's got two thumbs and is holding on to the Kaito (Kaito Choco Cream or something like that, maybe) because he feels weird...but not weird enough to not devour Kaito's head.

...

What.]

[carptricks]

[droops a bit when their searching turns out to be in vain, but only for a second before he perks up again]

Ha! I must be a pretty popular guy, then. ♥ I knew all those fangirls really loved me.

[THIS IS REALLY FEEDING HIS EGO]

1/2

[convictionary]

[...

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.........]

2/2

[convictionary]

[.........]

You open to doing something with your popularity?

[(Run if thou art wise, for Gaius might have the beginnings of a scheme in mind.)]

[carptricks]

[. . . well, trusting Gaius hasn't proven to be as much of a bad decision as trusting Zelos has, so. . .]

Depends on what you've got in mind.

[at least he's asking for more details first! as he pulls out a strawberry flavored ice cream next. WHO DOES IT LOOK LIKE? IT IS A MYSTERY]

[convictionary]

[Actually, yes, let's make it officially a mystery in that there's a name on it, but Gaius has no idea who the fuck that person is. (Turns out it's a tragic accident involving some person who was seen around them in Capablanca and was mistaken for one of them, but is some generic resident with a false name.)

And...]

Capitalizing on your popularity, Strings. Do some autographs, maybe get one of these people to make figs of yourself, maybe some pictures with- gods, I can't keep on saying this with a straight face.

[HAHAHAHAHA fucking imagine it.]

[carptricks]

[well, okay. he's going to eat strawberry flavored random Blanc resident, then. HOW DELICIOUS]

. . . I hate signing autographs.

[if only because it reminds him of how awkward he felt when the people of Blanc demanded autographs on his very first day here. he sure hadn't felt like much of a hero back then]

I can think of way better ways to capitalize on my popularity that don't involve-- ahem. Selling out.

[convictionary]

Really. [Okay, now they're being serious.] Like what?