Title: ice cream
Rating: G
Fandom: Sol Trigger
Relationship: Cyril/Lars
Wordcount: 530
Short summary: Even buying ice cream gives Lars a little more insight into Cyril.
They are walking the streets outside just like any other couple, hand in hand, at a calm leisurely pace until Cyril spots an ice cream stand and suddenly they are running. Even though there is no line and no reason to think the ice cream will run out. But Lars indulges her anyway.
“One cone of Strawberry and one cone of Vanilla.”
“Just a moment.”
Lars feels like he has done the “gentlemanly” thing by paying for their ice cream treats, but when he turns to face Cyril, he is surprised by her judgmental expression. Did he do something wrong somehow anyway? He had asked Wilma and Klotho more about how to be a good partner, but…
“Vanilla, really?”
Lars blinks. The issue is with… his choice of ice cream flavor? “…I thought it might be less sweet.”
“The whole point of ice cream is to be cold and sweet!” Cyril sighs, shaking her head. “Young people these days…”
Lars almost snorts at that, considering how Cyril still wears the clothes Wilma lent her, the ones that Wilma grew out of. But she’d probably step on his foot if he quipped about that. “Eh, I think it’s just a guy thing.”
Cyril scuffs her right foot. “When it comes to ice cream… Guys are stupid.”
Lars smiles sheepishly. He can’t exactly argue that. After all, the cart offered at least 8 flavors, and he picked the “safe” option.
Even if it’s been a few months of dating at this point, Lars keeps running into moments like these, a little clumsy and awkward but... Yet he finds himself happy to learn every bit of new information about Cyril. Strawberry… right. She liked the strawberry shortcakes they ate last week too.
“Try some of mine.”
And before Lars can respond, he finds a strawberry ice cream cone shoved towards him. So he’s supposed to lick this? Isn’t this considered… indirect kissing? He hesitates, but Cyril’s attention is laser-focused on him. He opens his mouth and she shoves the cone into it. Well, not too hard, but enough for Lars to reflexively take a bite.
“There you go. Now you’ve learned something.”
Cyril is now back to eating the strawberry ice cream cone herself, with no qualms that the ice cream in her mouth was touched by his moments before. Then again, they’re no strangers to kissing at this point. Still, this is outside and…
Lars feels his cheeks heat up a bit. Well, nothing that a bit of cold ice cream can’t help with, right? He eats a bit of his vanilla ice cream. It’s good.
“Yeah.”
“We can be mature when we have to be.” Cyril gives Lars a gentle smile. “And ice cream is not one of those times.”
Oh. So Cyril had noticed Lars’ efforts to try to be more of a gentleman. And in a roundabout way she’s telling Lars he doesn’t have to try so hard. Lars laughs. Of course, because Cyril has a hard time being straightforward about these things.
Then again, it’s one of those things that Lars likes about Cyril. It makes her so cute… But he knows not to say that out loud.