Csilla: Here with a new LAVEN drabble~ :D

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Eyes reflecting loneliness and hope in pools of emerald liquids stared at the sight before them: classmates animatedly chatting in front of a convenience store. Those the people themselves weren't the thing to catch the young redhead's eyes - it was the object they were all commonly holding; showcasing many different colors were the new icy delights that were being sold for the first time in this town. The weather was perfect for such a treat tonight!

As shoulders sagged a little, Lavi sighed: 'must be nice... eating popsicles with everyone...' his eyes never leaving the group of students and popsicles.

"Excuse me," a voice drew him away from his thoughts as his eyes wandered over to the shorter boy standing in front of him; Lavi's first thoughts were when the boy arrived in front of him.

For once in his life, the redhead remained silent (and if Gramps could see him, he'd have a heart-attack) whilst waiting for the shorter teen with the whitest hair he had ever seen on someone so young to continue: "I don't want this anymore so you can have it,"

Pale fingers held out a popsicle stick, obviously well-enjoyed by its buyer but emerald orbs cautioned a glance between the stick and the unreadable silver eyes before him. He knew he was poor but he didn't think it was that obvious to anyone else, let alone a perfect stranger: "I can have it?" Lavi asked, unsure what the hell was going on.

"You're giving me your garbage," He added shortly after, taking the stick before muttering under his breath: "Don't you think that's mean?"

What sort of heartless person hands his garbage to a stranger?

If I wasn't such a pacifist, I'd hit him!

Turning the stick over as he swung around on his heels, something caught his eye; at the tip of the stick on newly-flipper side had the word 'WINNER' printed on it.

Something inside the redhead burst; as if Cupid had shot an arrow through his heart, Lavi felt feathery-light! His chest tightened as his heart raced and every other cliche feeling in the book came rushing at him like a tidal wave thus the only words he could say before swearing he'd track down that white-haired beauty was: "STRIKE!"

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Csilla: I saw a picture on zerochan &it had the words 'popsicle trap' and thus this drabble was written :p

sorry to everyone who thought it'd be good XD