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"And fast. Cause Mr. Softee doesn't wait for anyone and I can hear the truck coming. Come on. Move your ass." (She remembers that Oni seemed sorta rough around the edges.) "Move your ass, pretty please." Ezera is nearly running in place. "Come on, come on, come on!"

"Merde." She remembers that the gypsy is a little banana-nuts. For half a second, Oni gives her a look that says Maybe if I hold really still, she'll forget I'm here, like a velociraptor, but it's ice cream; Ezera doesn't have to tell her twice. "Don't threaten me with a good time, chère. Last one to th'ice cream truck pays, so I hope you brought your wallet!"

Turns out, the "gypsy" is also a little cheater cause Izzy bolts down the stairs, taking two at a time, while Oni is still talking. She throws a "beep, beep!" over her shoulder, pretty sure the Roadrunner would be pleased with the little dust cloud at her feet. "Waaaaait!" She wails, throwing herself at the screen door before it literally bounces her back. Ow. "What asscrack locks their door?!"

"Anybody who's met you before, I reckon..." comes the she-wolf's voice from right behind the lovable eccentric. Why take the stairs two at a time when you can just bolt down them in a single bound? What's that you say? Cheating? Well, only if you get caught. Still, Ezera can't very well treat her to ice cream from in there, and that damn truck is quickly making its getaway, so Oni takes pity on her and wrenches the door open for her. "Hurry up, slow poke, or it'll all be melted!"

"Sprinkles!" She yelps out. "Colorful ones." With Oni's help she makes it out the door without tripping over her billowy rag-tag of a skirt. And, really, she can't help it. She grabs Oni's hand and pulls them along (though mind you, she's the one probably being pulled along and holding on for dear life).

"Leave no woman behind! Hey, you, KID, STOP that TRUCK." And the little kid looks kinda bewildered, wide eyed, watching two grown woman sprint toward him as he's glomping down on his swirly goodness as clouds of exhaust putt-putt into the air as the truck tries to high tail it outta there.

"Noooooooooo!"

Of course Ezera wants sprinkles. She's lucky her feet touch the ground, at the rate Oni is pulling her-- As fast as she can safely manage without also tripping and face-planting on the asphalt. It's not fast enough, but-- Gods as her witness --she is going to have a Great White lime-sharksicle.

"I'm really sorry about this," she huffs, just before swinging the hand holding hers (and the arm attached to it) over her shoulder, tugging Ezera up into a fireman's carry. Throwing her dignity to the wind, she darts after that truck and the little street-urchin's eyes grow wider, if that's possible, because this is some Olympic gold-medalist shit. "Stoooooooooop, connard!"

Ezera's black raccoon lined eyes are wider than the boys. "What? What's happening? Whaaaat?" She whooped out in surprise and laughed, groaning to catch her breath as the little kid tried to pull out his iPhone with one sticky hand. Welcome to the wonderful world of Youtube.

"Oni. Oni! You're going to shake my ovaries out!" Jezzzuz. "No, wait! Keep going. I think you're gaining on him." Well, hell. This situation wasn't going to get any less awkward so Izzy cupped her mouth with her hands and made police siren noises. "Pull over to the side of the road! Pull over to the--" Ok. This really wasn't working.

This would, of course, be easier if she could just go on all fours, but not even her obsessive love of ice cream would be worth the veritable shit storm shape-shifting in public, in broad daylight, in front of a preteen in possession of a $600 mobile device would merit. What is this world coming to, anyway? A Glasswalker's wet-dream? So, in the off-chance that more than five people watch this kid's video on Youtube (and there won't be. He can't be older than ten, his network isn't that big ~~she hopes~~) Oni clings to her human likeness, relying on 'plausible deniability' to save her ass in either eventuality.

Because there's a thin line between Wow, she must run like a hundred miles a day, and WHATTHESHITISTHAT?! Oni is nothing if not a habitual line-stepper.

Speaking of which-- Ezera's uncannily-accurate imitation of a siren, directly in her freaking ear, sets the she-wolf's teeth to grinding. Leave no woman behind, Oni's ass; Izzy is about to find out how it feels to be dropped at forty miles per hour. From personal experience, the garou can tell you that it don't tickle. "For shitssake, woman, you're about t'make my ears bleed!" Saved by the bell. Or, in their case, the red light. Oni is so busy yelling at Ezera for yelling that she nearly misses the traffic signal, scampering like mad to avoid oncoming cars.

((ooc: I'm half asleep, so apologies if this doesn't make sense lol))

"Brake! Brake!" she yells back instead, hiding her face in her hands as she expects to eat a UPS truck passing in front of them. "AH! Imagonnadie." Her voice is a muffled whimper as she peeks out between her hands to see that they were still in two glorious pieces. The Mister Softee truck was also stopped at a light a few streets down. And then, that magical tune started to play as he turned into another residential block. And a dead end.

It was like finding the holy grail and Ezera gasped slowly. "We've got the bastard cornered." she said in awe.

"Oh, thank Gaia," Oni groaned, setting Izzy down on her own two feet. The woman wasn't heavy at all, but she had a set of lungs on her and Oni needed to distance herself, just a smidgen, from that volume.

Okay, so she couldn't really blame Ezera for shouting when they came that close to being two flat cats.

This time, when their light changes to green, it's Oni's turn to grab Izzy's hand and urge her to hurry as she lopes up the couple of blocks separating them from the ice-cream truck and everything they (literally) risked their necks for. "Seriously, though. You have money, right? 'Cause I didn't have time t'grab mine. If not, I'm applyin' a five-fingered discount, 'cause I'll be damned if we did all this for nothin'."

Ezera grinned like mad. The scene of her fly tackling the ice cream man as Oni raided the truck was momentarily appealing. For a moment she honestly considered it. It's not that she wouldn't pull off such silly antics but, she didn't want to lie.
"It's in my boobs." She replied over the trucks musical chimes as if it was the most reasonable response. As they sprinted, she swatted Oni playfully and ran faster. "How are you not outta breath?!" That girl could run. Holy hell. Finally, she stopped at the rim of the trucks window, craftily pushing away the pre-teens there with her hip.

"Bar tender!" She said, slapping the window counter. "Oh, wait." She pulled her shirt away so that she could look down it. "Yep!" she replied reassuringly to Oni. "They're still there." The money.

The fact that Izzy's bosom doubled as a pocket for her valuables didn't even register with the she-wolf. Hell, she'd have done the same, except Oni had so little up top that she often went without a bra. That, and she had the annoying habit of turning into a ten-foot-tall walking whirlwind of Gaia's justice. "Marathons," she answered easily. Obviously Oni didn't have the same hang-up about lying that Ezera had, in fact it was par for the course, "It's gonna take alot more than that t'get me winded."

She had to crack a grin as Izzy basically hip-checked her way through the line. No sympathies here, Timmy. When you've sprinted half of a mile for a sweetened dairy secretion, then and only then do you get to gripe.

The look she gives Ezera when the woman tried to reassure her is equal parts curious and horrified. They. Was that supposed to put her mind at ease? What else was in there?! Oni almost caught herself trying to take a peek. Maybe she had pouches, like Batman's belt.

When your primary occupation consisted of swinging your hips, you learned the hard way that carrying wallets was like making a donation to the concrete streets. Purses were bulky and she hated feeling weighed down. Her bras though--miraculous things.

The icecream man came up to the window, took a look at the two woman and grinned, clearly amused. "Um. Hello! What can I get you girls." Which girls was he referring to? Because Izzy had reached down her shirt and pulled out one of those thin, tiny waterproof (you learn the hard way) pockets that outdoors people use when they go into the water. "Ta-da!" It was clear she was pretty damn proud of herself.

"Like pulling a rabbit outta a hat!" The man said. "What can I get you?"

"Vanilla swirl, dipped in chocolate and with sprinkles--lots of them. Colorful ones. And she''ll have-"

Oni cocked an eyebrow at the man in the ice cream truck, because she too was uncertain if he was addressing them or Izzy's lady-bits. "Please, don't enable her," she said, half-joking with a roll of her eyes. The she-wolf has already learned from experience that Ezera was going to do what Ezera was going to do, enabled or not.

"I'll have a Great White. Th'coldest one you've got," and the look in her eyes suggested that if he didn't have them in stock Oni was going to riot. "It's hotter than the Devil's rectum out here. How can you even stand t'be in that sweat-box?"

"Coming right up." He said.
Izzy lightly bounced on her heels and excitedly squeezed Oni's shoulder. "Oooooo, he has them." She was thrilled. Otherwise it'd be like watching a non-morning person be told that there was no more coffee in the world. Ugly.

The man laughed as he handed Oni her Great White and nodded before turning around to make a vanilla cone. Looking over his shoulder, he joked, "I just put one frozen juice bar under one arm and another under the other." The kids in the line whispered 'ew'. He heard and said loudly, "hope no likes Lemon Juice Bars!"

Ezera was still smiling widely at Oni's reference to the "devils rectum" when he turned around, dunked her ice cream in chocolate and then covered the whole thing with sprinkles.

"There you go." Wide eyed, she took the cone as if it was a magic talisman and whispered, "take my money. All of it."

Despite her better judgement, Oni found herself grinning at Izzy's antics; She was excited herself, not least of all because it felt like forever since she'd had ice cream, and Ezera's enthusiam was contagious, "I heard him th'first time, darlin'."

No lie, she was going to tip his truck over if he hadn't had them.

Taking it from the vendor, she popped almost the entire overgrown-fish-shaped treat into her mouth and sighed. Steam almost literally rose off of her head-- The she-wolf simply wasn't built for heat-waves, but neither was she immune to the hazards of brain freeze. "Owwwwww, f-fukk" she moaned around the popsicle, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Worth it."

Ezera's tower of ice-cream may as well have been a magic talisman, because Oni had no idea how the confection managed to defy the laws the gravity while it was being dipped into the chocolate, and stay inside the cone. Slipping the (greatly diminished) popsicle out of her mouth, she hastily added "She's kidding. Do NOT take all of it."

Greg, the ice cream truck guy, laughed. He was a good-natured sort of guy who always wanted to have his own ice cream parlor. That artisanal type of stuff that sold for almost $10 per serving in places like Brooklyn. One day maybe.

Ezera was shaking out the dollar bills out of the super mini purse while struggling to hold the ice cream cone at the same time. Greg readied himself with some napkins for her. These attempts always got messy.

"There you go!" She said, finally dropping the money in his hand and moving to let the others get their treats. Turning to Oni, she nodded. "So worth it."

Cracking through the chocolate layer she took healthy dose of vanilla in her mouth and swallowed it. "Man," she started, her mouth numb now, "what we do for ice cream." Izzy had to lick around the cone so that the vanilla coming down the side didn't get her hand sticky. Her brow lifted though when she looked at Oni's. "Er, you want another one? You inhaled that!"

Maybe it was the sugar going directly to her brain, but Oni liked this Greg guy. Perhaps that was the influence of ice cream-- Like coffee, it made her a nicer person, in general.

She'd been waiting for Ezera to drop her vanilla cone, or for it to drip, like an overgrown husky, willing to eat it off the ground. When Izzy asked her if she'd like another, Oni let out a noise that was definitely, definitely not a whine. "It's too hot," she answered, looking just shy of pitiful with sweat slicking down her short, dark hair, "Yes, I want another..."

"It's hot and humid like balls today." She agreed still licking her ice cream. This time she was polite to wait for the line to move on before stepping to the window.

"Hey there stranger. Long time, no see. You've changed!" She said with a grin. Izzy turned back to Oni. "Did you say you wanted the same thing?" Greg put his hands on the counter and looked between them, waiting. When Oni responded, Ezera nodded emphatically and said, "give the woman what she wants!" Greg shook his head at those two and vanished to fish out the ice cream from the cooler.

"It's really bad out there today, huh?" He said. "Know what? Hold on." He disappeared a bit further back and then came back with two waters and two lollipops.

"On the house."

Izzy's mouth dropped open a bit. "Awwww, you are the sweetest most awesome man-that's-not-my-father, goddess rest his soul, that I ever met!" Ok, maybe a stretch, but it was a really decent thing to do. "Isn't he Oni? He is."

He turned red-ish and was slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, god, yes, I want th'same thing," she answered, licking (or biting) the last of the citrusy slush from her popsicle-stick. Vanilla ice cream she could (and would) get at any grocery store. Try to find Great White's anywhere other than a Mr. Softee ice-cream truck and you'll find an exercise in frustration.

She vaguely wonders if she could make them, herself, and decides to scour the Internets later for a recipe.

Her attention snaps back to the present and the unexpectedly generous act of free water and sweets. She takes her goodies in hand. Unfortunately for Greg, the shape Oni's appreciation takes is only slightly less embarrassing than Izzy's. "Seriously, I could just about kiss you. C'mere--" she says, pulling the flustered vendor half-way out of the window with a (somewhat gentle) hand on his collar, and laying one on him. At least there wasn't any tongue. "Merci, mon chou. And t'you, Izzy. Merci, encore."

"That was the most beautiful PG-13 kiss ever!" Ezera paused. "Wait, don't I get one?" She teased while cracking open her water.

"Hey, buddy. Are you alright? You're like blushing bright red. Oh gosh, just when I thought that it couldn't get much worse. It's like watching red Christmas lights come on. Oh, goodness! Now it's all over your face!" That shit eating grin spread on her face like an oil spill. "Are you still breathing?"

She glanced at Oni with a mischievous glint. Yes, so she was mercilessly teasing the poor man and making him blush even more, but she wasn't done yet. "Gosh, you two should totally go out for a coffee...or something."

"I aim t'please," she said, with a sarcastic wink, mercifully releasing Greg, the good-natured ice-cream guy (much to his relief.) To Ezera, she added, "Sorry, chére, but you're just not my type."

He didn't answer her at first; He stared at Oni, then at Ezera, then at Oni with his mouth gaping open like a dying fish, feeling not unlike a deer that's caught the scent of a hungry wolf. Well, he was half right. When Izzy suggested they meet up for a cuppa, he finally found his voice, though he had to clear his throat to keep from croaking. "I have... A girlfriend?"

The corners of Oni's lips curled up into a kind of smirking grin, "I'll find a way t'go on livin', somehow."

"Just one?" Asked Ezera at the same time that Oni responded. She furrowed her brows as if she couldn't understand why anyone would choose to have one of anything. She was kidding (of course) but it seemed to make Greg blush some more.

She waved at Greg and then started to head back down the street. "Come, sister from another mister. I think we've done good work here but it's time to go and spread joy to the rest of the world."

After a few steps, she looked over to Oni and said, "you wanna carry me back? I'm woman enough to take it."

Greg stammered, and Oni cleared her throat, hiding a conspiratory grin behind her second frozen, shark-shaped treat. She decided to take pity on the poor man-- He had been kind of generous with them, after all. "She must be somethin' else, n'est-ce pas?" Hopefully she was a real person, and not just a cover, though the she-wolf didn't honestly care either way.

She snorted, barely able to keep from laughing at Ezera's antics, her terrible attempt at ebonics. "You say "joy," but I'm thinkin' what you really mean is pain."

Arching an eyebrow at the smirking artist, Oni tossed her popsicle stick into the nearest trash can, "Lazy. Admit it, you're still winded from that run."

"Y-yeah, she is." He answered with an embarrassed stammer and a goofy grin. He waved at them as they sauntered off with their winnings and shook his head.

"Darling, there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. I assure you it's not pain. It's not." She said, providing false reassurances.

Ezera looked sheepish. "Look, I'm fit, but that run was merciless and it made me tiiiiiiiiired. Oooo, I know, let's hitchhike!"

What? There's safety in numbers. "Maybe we'll get someone with a cool story. Or Hannibal Lecter," Ezera waved her hand, ushering away the thought. "But that's super unlikely." She said before sticking her thumb out.

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