there sure is a lot of water || joining || what do you mean there is more!?

[METEOR]

Quasar’s mouth watered. The sugar tempted him at every inhale, and his paws inched forward without him consciously aware of his body. He stepped out from behind Vaas, blue eyes staring, unblinking, straight at the rainbow sherbert tabby. If they wanted to—hell, nevermind Vaas, if he wanted to—he could probably hunt this delicious smelling thing. He swiped his tongue over his lips.

He frowned when the ice cream man proclaimed his intent to join—how irritating, he wanted to eat this one. The sentient-ness… he could overlook that for a quick bite right? Then maybe he could overlook the Palm Glades loyalty for… a smol bite.

All I want for Christmas is some fucking ice cream! Huffing and grimacing, his ears flicked back and he finally stopped staring, only to look at a random tree to the right. “Yeah. Palm Glades is cold this time of year. Name’s Quasar. Mmhmm. Welcome. Welcome.”

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