Sharing is Caring

Holy hell was it hot. Grunting in annoyance, Jax, in his doll form, fanned himself with an ear. The heat had given, apparently, every Bun in Burrowgatory the same idea; hit up the ice cream shops. The line for his favorite one had been out the door when he had gotten there, and only now, after standing about twenty minutes in the stifling humidity, had he finally gotten through the door and into the shady cool of the shop.

Relief was soured as the proud Bun felt beads of sweat roll down the back of his neck. Parts of summer, he loved. Like the excuse to show off this form, and to be admired. Other parts of it, like the parts that made him feel gross, like the oppressive stickiness that messed up his hair and sweat, he liked much, much less.

It was the familiar sight of a Bun that was all soft browns and freckles that was up at the counter that distracted Jax from his foul mood. That was the Bun from Shibani's place... What was his name again. The cute one, that kept missing out on collecting from Shibani's stash by passing out in his pillow pile. Brioche! Brioche, that was it. Jax felt his ears twitch in interest. Perhaps, along with a little something further south. He had hoped he would get another chance to run into him. And it looked like today was going to be an all but golden opportunity for it.

Brioche happened to be holding a cone of his favorite ice cream; mint chip. Considering it reflected his own coloring, that had to be a sign of destiny, too, right? It was too good to miss out on.

Stepping out of line, hoping against hope that this Bun wouldn't make him regret this decision, Jax crossed the room to come up behind the shorter doll-Bun, simultaneously putting a hand on his opposite shoulder and bending down to take a big lick off of Brioche's scoop, nearly shivering and reveling in the coolness of the dessert that immediately washed through him. Amusement turned his lips into a grin as Brioche startled, jumping almost fully back into his chest as he twisted his head up to look at the taller figure behind him.

"O-oh! Hello!" Jax felt an uncommon pang of affection in his chest at the sight of Brioche's cute little heart-shaped horns. The smaller Bun smiled. "You like mint chocolate chip too? I'm happy to share."

"Sounds good to me." Jax reached up to gently curl a finger around the little tip of Brioche's horn, stealing another long, this time, rather pointed, lick of his ice cream, making sure to snag some of the whipped cream off of the top. He ignored the annoyed stares of the Buns that had been in front of him in line, and behind Brioche. Not really his problem; it had been Brioche's turn at the counter, he was merely joining in. "I'd love to split some with a cutie like you. But maybe we should get some more, hm? My treat. After all, I'm not very good at sharing."

Score!