Ice Cream?

Welcome to The Plothole.

Disclaimer: Hmm… something good to say…It's obvious I don't own Jak 2, or this would be in the series. And Erol and Praxis would die Slow, Painful deaths, not those sorry excuses. And, hello, the girls wouldn't wander around in their underwear.

Warnings: What do you think? Same as first chappy, but there's innuendos. And I continually describe Sig as enthusiastic. Think of a better word without calling him nuts. Don't expect confessions yet. Third time's the charm, remember?

Bang!
"We're back again, from another dangerous mission!" As usual, Sig was very enthusiastic. Jak and Dax followed him, slightly less crazy. Krew turned and glared at them.
"Fine, I'm busy right now, go get yourselves some ice cream or something and leave me alone!" Even though it was sarcastic, Sig grinned enthusiastically.
"Come on, cherries!" Sig dragged them out again, and slammed the door behind him.
Bang!
"Dammit, I need my beauty sleep! Sig, when you get back here I'll have you knee-capped! Learn to leave quietly, damn you!" Three guesses who that was. The first 3 don't count.
About 5 minutes later, they arrived at what Sig called his 'awesome ice cream getting place'. Apparently he got told to go get ice cream a lot. They had just sat down with ice cream cones, when Torn appeared, looking for Jak.
"What the hell are you doing just sat here, eating ice cream! I've had people out searching half the city for you!"
"Well obviously you were looking in the wrong half, doughboy!" Sig, obviously.
"I'm eating ice cream." Jak looked at the ex-KG like he was an idiot. Then he turned to Sig. "You sure 'doughboy' is right for Torn? He's not a soft, squishy person. He's hard, spiky and…" He trailed off into silence, shifting uncomfortably. Sig gave him a weird look, and Torn just glared. Since more than half of Jak's 52-scoop ice cream was gone, he was getting kinda hyper.
"Well, come on. I need you for a mission." Jak looked like a little kid who was just told Christmas was cancelled. Sig looked at Jak, then at Torn.
"Why don't you join us? Give the kid time to finish!" Not leaving Torn time to answer, he got up, and vanished into a huge crowd of people waiting for ice cream. 10 seconds later he returned with another 52-scoop ice cream for Torn. Only Sig can do that. Torn was pushed into the seat, then blocked in when Sig sat next to him, opposite Jak. Torn stared at the huge amount of ice cream Sig shoved into his hand. It was taller than he was. Jak didn't seem to care, and was happily licking away at his ice cream. The way he ran his tongue over the ice cream made Torn feel very uncomfortable, bringing up feelings he so desperately wanted to keep inside. He turned his head away quickly, just in time to see Sig smirking at him. Before he could speak, Sig turned and grinned at Dax.
"Hey, golden boy, come on, I gotta show ya something!" Daxter leapt onto his shoulder and the two vanished, leaving Torn alone, across the table from Jak. A bit of melting ice cream dribbled onto Jak's finger, and he lifted them to his mouth to lick the ice cream off. Torn immediately wished he hadn't done that, as it was causing something VERY BAD to happen in his pants. He immediately swallowed an entire scoop whole, hoping to cool himself down. However, all it did was give him brain-freeze, and make Jak look at him oddly. Torn decided to tell Jak the truth. About the burning fire inside him, sparking higher every time Jak entered the hideout. About the happiness and relief he felt every time Jak made it back safely, and how he cursed himself in the times between. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell Jak how much he had changed his world, when the annoying rat bounded back to the table.
"Sig's off. So, Tattooed Wonder, what's the stats? Where you sending us next?" Torn threw his entire ice cream cone at the rodent. Jak pulled his ice cream away from his mouth, relieving Torn.
"Let me finish first!" Torn rolled his eyes, hiding behind sarcasm. He was NOT standing up any time soon.

In The Plothole

Ah, poor Torn. Does anyone feel sorry for him?
Everyone else: No!