Schuldig made it through another unremarkable day in harness, careful to watch Crawford for any sign that he should, for the sake of his team (or his health,) call off his ice cream social. Lack of disapproval was as good as he usually got, so he stepped out of the air conditioned tower with confidence- what's the worst that could happen, they sell you ice cream with plastic spoons, the Weiss boy wouldn't have his blades on him, would he? He slowed before crossing the street, looking both ways and stuffing his hands into his pockets before trotting into traffic. Aya wouldn't wear some kind of long coat, not in this weather, right? Hn. Or maybe he would. Oh, the turtleneck? Schuldig laughed to himself as he slid into a taxi. You can't hide a katana in a turtleneck- nothing to worry about.
The ride was brief and Schuldig didn't pay, sending the cabbie on his way with a happy thought. "To-ri-mi," he considered the sign and tried out the feel of the words. They didn't feel the same in his mouth as they did in the minds of those around him. Schuldig looked at the people inside, the few people on the street, realized he was different enough to make quite an impression and took a few precautions to make them forget him for a little while. "Privacy, ne."
[why? because.. kitties like birdies, ne?]
i, i drink all the time...
- Ice Cream