[ a good thing that they were already under the merciful leaves of a palm tree. the wrapping is ripped and pulled down to the popsicle's stick as shoyo licks his lips and already digs in, lips around the rectangular shape and giving a brief bite to melt a broken piece of two on his tongue. sweet and sour, all in one bite.
shoyo listens, but due to his dreaming state— he hears it, understands it, but doesn't compute with it. what kind of stuff wouldn't he be able to do? what dangers? what's more concerning is lazarus waiting on his popsicle to drip into juice. shoyo makes sure to keep his foot planted so his bike doesn't fall and take them both to the ground, but . . . maybe it's uncomfortable. he leans over then, just over lazarus' shoulder. ]
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shoyo listens, but due to his dreaming state— he hears it, understands it, but doesn't compute with it. what kind of stuff wouldn't he be able to do? what dangers? what's more concerning is lazarus waiting on his popsicle to drip into juice. shoyo makes sure to keep his foot planted so his bike doesn't fall and take them both to the ground, but . . . maybe it's uncomfortable. he leans over then, just over lazarus' shoulder. ]
. . . Do your teeth hurt?