you and your best friend, scaramouche, were sitting at the edge of his pool with your legs dipped in. it was nice and quiet as you two chatted before planning to dip in.

you two were eating popsicles while talking, laughing and insulting each other until scaramouche noticed the popsicle dripping slowly down your chin.

not thinking, he grabs your face as his tongue gently laps up the melted popsicle dripping to your lips before pulling back like nothing happened. “what?”