Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. Yeah, I know. You're all stunned. I know you secretly thought that I owned Sailor Moon. And I'm getting to weird for myself, so on to the story.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Haruka and Michiru were walking through a park. Or rather, Michiru was walking, and Haruka was performing a complicated balancing act. "I told you not to get the mile high sundae," Michiru said as she demurely licked her double scoop ice cream cone.
"Well, I was hungry for ice cream," Haruka said around a mouthful of double chocolate fudge. She sucked of the top scoop of ice cream, trying to whittle down the Tower of Babel that she had been served. "How was I supposed to know that it was five scoops?" The ice cream wobbled, and Haruka lurched forward to keep from dropping her ice cream. She licked the melted strawberry off her hand, and prayed that the waffle cone wouldn't collapse.
"Just don't get me all sticky. I hate it when you run your fingers through my hair and they're still sticky from the ice cream." Michiru finished her ice cream and nibbled on the cone.
"Don't worry, Michi, I won't get any on you." Haruka playfully held her cone closer to Michiru, then drew it back to take a bite out of the pralines and cream. Haruka always had a problem deciding on which flavor of ice cream to get. She liked them all, and it drove Michiru crazy when she had to decide. Maybe the five scoop cone was a blessing in disguise, because then she could compare her top five flavors at once.
"WAUGH!" A blond blur suddenly crashed into Haruka. Haruka went down, and the ice cream went up. She watched the double fudge, vanilla, pralines and cream, mint chip, and strawberry trace a neat arc through the air, then come down with a splat on top of Michiru. Haruka pushed Usagi and her brand new Rollerblades off her leg and went over to Michiru.
Haruka was surprised that the ice cream on Michiru hadn't evaporated already. With all that steam coming out of her ears, she was bound to be quite hot. Michiru was shaking with anger. She opened her mouth to say something when - plop - a drop of vanilla landed on her nose. Michiru looked at the white blob cross-eyed for a moment, then broke down into giggles. Haruka drew her close, and slowly kissed the ice cream off her nose.
"You know what," Haruka said. "This is my favorite flavor of all."
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Haruka and Michiru were walking through a park. Or rather, Michiru was walking, and Haruka was performing a complicated balancing act. "I told you not to get the mile high sundae," Michiru said as she demurely licked her double scoop ice cream cone.
"Well, I was hungry for ice cream," Haruka said around a mouthful of double chocolate fudge. She sucked of the top scoop of ice cream, trying to whittle down the Tower of Babel that she had been served. "How was I supposed to know that it was five scoops?" The ice cream wobbled, and Haruka lurched forward to keep from dropping her ice cream. She licked the melted strawberry off her hand, and prayed that the waffle cone wouldn't collapse.
"Just don't get me all sticky. I hate it when you run your fingers through my hair and they're still sticky from the ice cream." Michiru finished her ice cream and nibbled on the cone.
"Don't worry, Michi, I won't get any on you." Haruka playfully held her cone closer to Michiru, then drew it back to take a bite out of the pralines and cream. Haruka always had a problem deciding on which flavor of ice cream to get. She liked them all, and it drove Michiru crazy when she had to decide. Maybe the five scoop cone was a blessing in disguise, because then she could compare her top five flavors at once.
"WAUGH!" A blond blur suddenly crashed into Haruka. Haruka went down, and the ice cream went up. She watched the double fudge, vanilla, pralines and cream, mint chip, and strawberry trace a neat arc through the air, then come down with a splat on top of Michiru. Haruka pushed Usagi and her brand new Rollerblades off her leg and went over to Michiru.
Haruka was surprised that the ice cream on Michiru hadn't evaporated already. With all that steam coming out of her ears, she was bound to be quite hot. Michiru was shaking with anger. She opened her mouth to say something when - plop - a drop of vanilla landed on her nose. Michiru looked at the white blob cross-eyed for a moment, then broke down into giggles. Haruka drew her close, and slowly kissed the ice cream off her nose.
"You know what," Haruka said. "This is my favorite flavor of all."