The problem with Gippal is that he's clueless.
Adorable.
But clueless.
There she was, completely falling for him, and he was looking at a bird or something and totally just let her fall. Butt down, plopped on the ground, dust poofing up around her where she had planted herself. At least, if you wanted to look at it in a visual way.
It all happened when he said, "You like chocolate ice cream though, right?" No one ever bothered to know that. There he was, licking away at his ice cream, saying how much he loved vanilla ice cream. And then he said it.
Those words.
The words that someone asks that triggers that feeling to just explode. The words are usually a question, one that demands an answer when you're in no condition to respond.
"Right," she mumbled, still dazed from her sudden realization and the feeling that she had just been slammed onto the floor and hauled back to her feet in the span of two seconds. Her head was reeling. Her gut was clenched tight, and it wasn't easing up. She felt like ants were crawling up her legs and she just had to run.
"Want some anyway?" Gippal asked, holding the cone out to her. She stared at it, her cheeks heating up. If he didn't know that she had come to that fatal realization, he was thicker than she thought.
But that's just it, isn't it? He's not dumb. He's just… clueless.