As he waited for his order, Nocturne took the time to take in the girl’s appearance. She was younger than he first assumed from the quick glance and he couldn’t decide if she was malnourished or naturally skin and bones. The dress was cute but bordered on being trashy with the length, the bra peeking out, and her tiny frame. The pink hair was cute and suited her, though. Not that he was really one to judge appearances. Okay, so he did, everyone did, but he wasn’t going to say shit about her style when it could easily be turned back around on him for his taste in tattoos or even in the board shorts and t-shirt that he had tie-dyed himself a couple of summers ago.
When the cone was passed over, Nocturne gave a lick from top to bottom to get a collection of all three flavours and smiled at the attendant and thanked them for it before following Pinkie. He hadn’t received any gratitude from her but he wasn’t really looking for any either as he was simply acting on impulse to treat her. But she seemed okay with him lingering so he sat down beside her and stared out at the lake as he worked on his ice cream. He wasn’t sure why he did it when turning in the opposite direction would have been just as easy but there was something in her look that had him staying. He knew the look since he wore it often when he was younger—and still did though he felt he was better at hiding it. His act had startled her and she didn’t know why he had done it or who he was. Noct would have been the same in the reversed roles and perhaps that was why he didn’t bother with the semi-translated name he usually gave people when he was being cautious or paranoid.
“I’m Nocturne.” He didn’t ask for her name, letting her decide if she wanted to give it or not. He was curious about her but didn’t want to push too much. “I haven’t tried the mango combo yet. I was working my way through the fruit options when I hit watermelon and it was too good to move on from it but I’ll have to come back for mango before they close for the season.” He stopped talking to run his tongue around the circumference of the tower to stop the drips from happening. That was the down side to cones but he enjoyed them more than a bowl and they were less waste.
When the cone was passed over, Nocturne gave a lick from top to bottom to get a collection of all three flavours and smiled at the attendant and thanked them for it before following Pinkie. He hadn’t received any gratitude from her but he wasn’t really looking for any either as he was simply acting on impulse to treat her. But she seemed okay with him lingering so he sat down beside her and stared out at the lake as he worked on his ice cream. He wasn’t sure why he did it when turning in the opposite direction would have been just as easy but there was something in her look that had him staying. He knew the look since he wore it often when he was younger—and still did though he felt he was better at hiding it. His act had startled her and she didn’t know why he had done it or who he was. Noct would have been the same in the reversed roles and perhaps that was why he didn’t bother with the semi-translated name he usually gave people when he was being cautious or paranoid.
“I’m Nocturne.” He didn’t ask for her name, letting her decide if she wanted to give it or not. He was curious about her but didn’t want to push too much. “I haven’t tried the mango combo yet. I was working my way through the fruit options when I hit watermelon and it was too good to move on from it but I’ll have to come back for mango before they close for the season.” He stopped talking to run his tongue around the circumference of the tower to stop the drips from happening. That was the down side to cones but he enjoyed them more than a bowl and they were less waste.
