#u dont wanna hear me ramble abt the implications of starline using Tails' dna trust me.here's some cryptic silliness from my mind

[sorrowfulsidekick]

‘ If you knew you hated it, why’d you get it ?! ‘

A cool breeze passes, much welcomed through the humid, crowded boardwalk. It whisks overgrown bangs hiding a child's face; for a moment his solemn visage was laid bare, downcast, laser focus to the cup he held. As if staring long enough could change the flavor of its content.

‘ I don’t know. . . I thought I’d like it this time. ‘

A coldness rests on his tongue, expression crumpling to the sweet menthol against his palette. To his utter dismay the ice cream remained unchanged. 

Still mint. Still gross.

Tiny body leans defeated against the fence of the promenade’s edge, ocean spray at his back. Though his brazen partner continued a short ways ahead, their earlier exchanging of words haunt him. Why did he order mint of all things? Better yet, why did he continue to crave it? Candy, ice cream, garnishing? 

With each bite he comes close to gagging but it was the moments between that he couldn’t quite articulate. The spoon would reach for another scoop and he would forget.

Simply forget.

The flavor, the texture, the disgust.

An unfamiliar memory, intangible and ephemeral, would linger on his tongue. 

‘ I remember it tasting differently ‘ he once tried to explain. A confusing crossfire of the mind and body. The brain expects a flavor which in turn gets lost in translation physically. Kit could only hypothesize it as a glitch of some sort; an unresolved error in his code.

It keeps happening, and not just with frozen sweets.

A sigh. Spoon hits the bottom of the now barren cup and he could only look on in disappointment before rising to his feet. No good ever came from thinking this deeply about himself, he had bigger priorities and as scans the crowd he realizes said priority went further than promised.

“ Surge ?! The hotdogs are over here ! Wait up ! ” oh boy, here we go.