“Ugh… I’m burning,” Leona grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Really? Aren’t you from the Savannahs?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“It isn’t even this hot in the Sunset Savannah!” He retorted, groaning. “When will this end…”

“Well, definitely not soon,” You said, raising up your phone to show him the weather forecast.

“Ugh, holy shi-” He started to curse, but you tugged on his sleeve, pointing at Sam’s shop.

“Hey, we could at least get popsicles,” You said, shrugging.

After very short consideration, the two of you headed in to get some ice pops.

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“Y’know, I’ve never had these types of popsicles before,” You said, taking off the wrapper of yours.

“Really, now? Well, I’ve had a few, however, I can say that cold fruit is much more popular in the Savannah than popsicles,” Leona replied, shrugging and sighing.

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t eaten ice pops before. I’ve just never had one shaped like a smooth cylinder before,” You said.

“Why’re we talking so much about popsicles?” Leona asked, looking kinda confused on why the two of you were so focused on the topic of frozen treats of all things.

“Dunno,” You responded, before noticing your popsicle dripping slightly. “Oh, geez, it’s already melting.” Bringing your head down, you slowly licked off the excess dripping popsicle-juice, licking your top lip, before just wiping your mouth with the back of your hand after. [If you don’t understand, I applaud you]

Leona, watching you do so, immediately turned bright red.

“Anyways-” You turned back to him, before noticing his face color. “Huh? What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” He said, quickly turning away, before glancing back at you. “…The way you licked the popsicle was kind of suggestive.”