[ Imagine that, Roland says, and soon enough Inigo is indeed imagining it.
Although it definitely is like torture. Imagining the lid opening to reveal delicious, delicious ice cream.. Just like what they've got here, the delicious sweet cold ice cream that he can't eat just yet...
Inigo turns back to smush his face further onto the table, whining all over again. ]
Ahhh, I want it.. Delicious ice cream.. [ Did he somehow channel Tidus? Did all the teen energy in the room pass solely onto Inigo while Tidus is gone for a few moments? Who knows, but there sure is some Teen Antics going on here. ] I'll rotate it all day, just give me ice creaaaamm...
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Although it definitely is like torture. Imagining the lid opening to reveal delicious, delicious ice cream.. Just like what they've got here, the delicious sweet cold ice cream that he can't eat just yet...
Inigo turns back to smush his face further onto the table, whining all over again. ]
Ahhh, I want it.. Delicious ice cream.. [ Did he somehow channel Tidus? Did all the teen energy in the room pass solely onto Inigo while Tidus is gone for a few moments? Who knows, but there sure is some Teen Antics going on here. ] I'll rotate it all day, just give me ice creaaaamm...