[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]

[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?