He laughs a little, the cold kiss sending a chill through him as he tilts his head to the side to rub his cheek off on his shoulder and remove the bit of popsicle that attempted to stick to his skin. He nods a little at the request and slides his fingers back against her palm, grasping her hand once more and walking with her toward the wooden walkway that would take the set of them to the boardwalk. He doesn't worry about his mother anymore than he's sure she's worried about him.
"Maybe we can get on one of the rides." He turns his smile on her, though his words are a little staggered between the cold of the ice cream and his attempts to eat it and talk at the same time.
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Date: 2012-04-16 09:28 am (UTC)"Maybe we can get on one of the rides." He turns his smile on her, though his words are a little staggered between the cold of the ice cream and his attempts to eat it and talk at the same time.