It's your birthday!! kalorii

[sincere]

Happy birthday,
kalorii!
It's totally still your birthday in California. For another minute or two. DGM ice cream drabble ahoy! Contains Lavi/Allen, boys kissing, sugar.


Time passed by so much slower while on a park bench in warm midsummer in the south of France. Allen dealt himself two games of solitaire, paced in circles, and reviewed their notes on the unusual circumstances that had led Komui to think there might have been Innocence in this town. At the end of all that, Lavi still hadn't resurfaced from his reconaissance, even though it felt like hours.

Still, the day was too nice to really be upset by it. It was just that Allen was getting hungry, and he didn't really deal well with being hungry.

A man wandered by, pushing a cart and ringing a bell to draw attention to his goods. Allen watched him make his way across the square, calling out to children. He seemed to be selling ice cream, but no one rushed up to buy from him, and he paused at the edge of the little park, looking out hopefully at the passersby.

It was wrong to let the man's efforts go to waste, Allen decided.

When Lavi finally came back, some amount of time later, Allen was surrounded by wrappers. They looked at each other for a long moment, and then Lavi drawled, "Were any of those for me?"

Sheepishly, Allen rooted through the wrappers, trying to find an ice cream cone that had survived his onslaught. "Ah, well. You took so long getting back... I was certain I'd remembered to save one for you..." It was just hard to find amidst the remnants of the two or three dozen he'd eaten himself.

Lavi threw himself down on the bench next to Allen, sighing dramatically. "I guess I can't complain about only getting one ice cream cone when you get--" He glanced down at the pile, visible eye half-lidded. "--thirty-four, considering how much food it usually takes to satisfy you. But not getting any I can complain about."

"I'm sorry!" Allen rarely felt self-conscious about his eating habits, but this was kind of mortifying. How could he have just plowed through those ice cream cones without even noticing how many he'd eaten?

"Where'd you buy them? You can buy me a new one."

Allen's shoulders hunched slightly. He muttered, "A man with a wheeled cart. I bought all the ones he had left." Lavi stared at him, and he protested again meekly, "Sorry!" He hesitantly offered the half-eaten cone still in his hand. "Ah, you can have some of this one...? Or, I suppose, the rest of it..."

The redhead waved idly. "Nah, you finish it." He tapped one foot against the cobblestones. "Maybe I don't even like ice cream."

Now he was just milking it. Allen took a bite of the vanilla ice cream and gave him a dirty look over the cone. If you're not going to accept the last one, you can't expect me to cry for you for the rest of the day.

"Wait," Lavi said suddenly, straightening.

"Too late, you can't have it," Allen said around the mouthful.

"But I want it now!"

"Too late." Allen eyed him. "Unless you plan on taking it." He switched the cone to his left hand pointedly. No man nor demon was going to take it from him now.

Lavi eyed him. "I can work with that," he said with a wide grin, and then dove in to kiss Allen full on the lips, quick and surprising enough that he pressed in and claimed the quickly-melting ice cream still on his tongue. He drew back after an unnecessarily long moment, humming a little to himself and looking smug.

Brat. Allen tossed his head back and asked him suspiciously, "Are you going to try and steal every bite of ice cream that way?"

"If you'll let me," Lavi said cheerfully.

Allen eyed the ice cream cone, debating whether or not he was interested in playing this game with Lavi right now, and then eyed the redhead. He wasn't so bad that he'd be playing stupid if he'd found any sign of either Innocence or heard any rumors suggesting there might be demons in the area, so...

"Since I owe you," he said at length, and brought the ice cream up to lick lingeringly, enjoying the way Lavi's face lit up and focused on him at the suggestion. He set a hand down to lean in and offer the next kiss, nudging the empty wrappers out of the way so that he could press close against the taller boy's body -- but his hand bumped into something solid, distracting him. Allen glanced down with some surprise.

"Oh," said Allen, blinking. "There's the one I was saving for you."

Lavi huffed out a disappointed breath. "I don't suppose you can have that one, and you'll still owe me, huh?"

"...eat your ice cream."