#ft. ingrid loczano.

[reggiefalvey]

closed for: @ingridlczano

where: below zero

"I'm heavily regretting going for mint," Reggie bemoans, he had been stone cold certain in the queue that mint chocolate chip was the way to go, but now he was sat across from Ingrid and eyeing hers he can't help but feel a little hard done by due to his own choices.

"I feel like you want to share yours with me."

[reggiefalvey]

"You wouldn't be you if you weren't a raging bitch half the time," Reggie says, his light tone indicating that he found that aspect of her endearing, like most aspects of her. He listens as intently as he can for someone who was always thinking of ten things at once, taking in the tidbits she shares with him though he wonders if the highlights left out anything significant.

"Nah, you'll handle it, you always do." His newly acquired ice-cream had melted to something closer to a soft-serve consistency, causing him to take another scoop of it before the digging he starts to do has nothing to do with his little wooden spoon and ice-cream tub. "Where's that big lug that's always following you around at these days?"

Though he's rarely the most perceptive person in the room, Reggie found it hard to miss when someone didn't fuck with him and Samar had always felt like he fit squarely in that bracket.

@ingridlczano

"I have my moments. Don't make that known though; I like the reputation I have as a raging bitch," she joked, grinning at him before turning her attention to the less-than-appetizing ice cream he had chosen. "Well, I'm still working at the bakery and the club. Reya's going to be off to school next year, so I might find a place to stay with Dean downtown. I'm excited, but also—I already can see myself panicking over all these changes, so," she shrugged. "You haven't missed much."

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[reggiefalvey]

"And you're a saint, they should build status in your likeness." Reggie fawns, letting her deal with the rest of his poor selection while he happily tucked into the strawberry scoops she had got which tasted infinitely better on his tongue. He's grinning at Ingrid from behind his spoon as he wastes not a lick, getting to spend more than a flying visit in presence a rare upside to his recent move.

"You've got to fill me in on your life, there's only so much I can piece together from Instagram stories. Give me the highlights."

@ingridlczano

"Your feeling is wrong, I told you not to get that colored shit," Ingrid complained, already devouring a spoonful of her own ice cream, green hues glancing over at him with no regrets. "You're such a pain in the ass, you know?" she muttered, thinking that she could keep up her cruel attitude for slightly longer before she just placed her cup on the table for him to take. "Give me that. We're not wasting any food on my watch. Next time, if you don't listen to me, you're getting smacked."

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