No Country For Little Kids (Vionini & Squishinini)

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“What… flavour?” Tars Osten repeated slowly, raspily, as the pudgy youth began to list an assortment of delectables so vast and increasingly unusual that it made his mind spin trying to conceptualise such options. Sure, every child should know the core triumvirate of chocolate, vanilla and strawberry, but from there on out, Robbin’s menu was swift to grow far too complex for the youth to understand. The only ‘Wocky Woad’ he knew of involved dry soil and boulders, while everything else save cookies and cream sounded downright bizarre. And then, the epitome of ice cream - or so young Master Daaz seemed to suggest:

^{“Neapolitan!”}

^{“Uhh…,” Little T gawped:
“Tars… It’s Tars.”}

This kid’s so weird… Hypocritical a statement, surely. However, the realisation of such a thing did not dare to draw upon him. The parched pariah was hardly in a position to call a child with an absurd love of ice cream weird, discounting the obvious fact that this youngster had actually spawned said frosty treat from seemingly nowhere. Rather, Master Osten stood with a painfully clear look of incomprehension upon his visage, mind wandering through the labyrinth of choices and getting lost at every turn. Drop him in the wilds and you could bet on his survival skills, but this was a whole new environment. Worse! This was an environment that he had to share with others. Sociability was hardly his strongest suit, for the juvenile had about as much charisma as a piece of poorly knapped flint.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll have Wocky Woad?” Silence floated in the air. Tars coughed lightly. “Yeah, uh, I’ll have Rocky Road… What even is Rocky Road?” Unable to draw any comparison between rocks and roads and sweet, chilled desserts, it was no surprise that said query would spill from the dry and by now ever-so-subtly chapped lips of the bone-wielding brat. He sure hoped that this mysterious flavour did not actually include rocks and roads, though that might have been considered an improvement in his lifestyle by some snobbish adult somewhere who deserved a beating. Dark eyes looked to the concussed woman, then to the cocoon of creamy brown verglas, and finally back to his fellow kiddo.

^{“So, uh, maybe we should go…”
Tars coughed again:
“Somewhere less crowded…?”}

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! Also, a post! I’m sorry for the long wait on this one, The Prettiest Squish!

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Starring…

_{Tars Osten (ffe5b4)
Robbin Berry Daaz (d96a96)
Bon Bon (ff6347)
Chestnut (6ad9c7)}

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[The Prettiest Squish]

"What's Wocky Woad?! Ah you nuts?" exploded the dumbfounded toddler. His azure tinted eyes opened wide at the remark and his jaw gaped with exasperation. "W-what? Is Wocky Woad!? Unbelievable!" Robb quickly took to marching from side to side around Tars as if to lecture him; he walked with his wrists planted firmly on his hips and his head shaking back and forth like a disappointed parent. A sharp tsk tsk tsk came from his oral orifice and the boy appeared to begin speaking but quickly relinquished and went back to strutting. 

For a good few seconds into this marching session, Robbin eyed the pool of pecan beneath him, shutting off his outside senses and ignoring the request to depart with the boy named Tars. It haunted him really; the flavors of Rocky Road gone unsavored. Just what was this world becoming? Had it no sense of responsibility to its people? Responsibility to educate in the delights of milky frozen goodness? When would it learn, he thought. When would the world learn that these actions have consequences? Robbin shot a bold glare at Tars who still stood waiting for a response to his question. A chubby pale finger extended towards the bone wielding friend as the child finally spoke his mind, "I nevuh met anyone who didn't taste Wocky Woad. So I'll show you! Bettuh yet, I'll tweat you! To a big fat mountain of it! But not heah..."

Robb gestured to the side where the dastardly duo remained defeated on the hot dirt road. "I don't think they hungwy anymo'. And also..." Just then, the boy's brilliant blue eyes that gleamed like diamonds quickly shut tight when a brighter ray of sunlight hit his sights just right. He rose his hand to his forehead and swiftly scooted his behind up to a nearby wall where the shade was growing thinner by the minute. Robbin looked to Tars with a goofy smile and nervously pat his fluffy soft served hair. "I'm no good awound sunlight. We need some covah, got any idea way to go?"

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This guy’s really strung up about Rocky Road, Tars noted. His company’s pacing was actively starting to get on the young wanderer’s nerves, but it soon abated when Robbin turned around and suggested they move somewhere else instead. Wasn’t that exactly what he had suggested just seconds ago? He went to point this out, but thought better of it. Instead, he eyed their surroundings. To be blatantly truthful, pretty much everywhere around the intrepid duo offered some form of shade or shelter from the sun’s scorching heat. However, would such places welcome them?

^{“Huh…,” Tars rasped:
“Follow me.”}

Short and sweet was the boy’s answer, gesturing with a simple wave for young Master Daz to do just as he had asked. At this point, the pudgy producer of seemingly infinite snowy scoops had little choice. If he didn’t brave the sun, at least for a few seconds, then he would only be challenged by its heat anyway. Master Osten’s survivalist skills had kicked in, drawing an invisible line in the sky that the sun would indubitably follow for the next couple of hours. The only way to find shade was to effectively play switcheroo with the sun. Where one side of town would bake, the other would start to be shaded…

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Starring…

_{Tars Osten (ffe5b4)
Robbin Berry Daaz (d96a96)
Bon Bon (ff6347)
Chestnut (6ad9c7)}

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[The Prettiest Squish]

"Ooh way we going? Do you know the way?" blubbered the insatiable ice cream maker. His route through the island had been scarce of any direction aside from the straight and narrow path that led him here. Surely following this competent looking fellow would serve a better choice than melting in the sun all by his lonesome. As the boy named Tars waved for Robbin to do as he was told, he picked his behind off the wall and scooted over to this belongings lying next to the defeated foes. 

The child bent down and whispered to the old man wrapped in the sticky amber coffin, "I'm so sowwy about that...Maybe next time you won't be meanies, okay! Then we can eat all the ice cweam we want!" He smiled and pat where the man's head would be on the cocoon of cream and began to load his effects onto his person. The backpack he carried contained his cone dispenser, waffle maker and other tools for the ice cream vending trade. His stubby little legs nearly gave in from the weight but he managed to heave it on his back one more time. "Oomh!" As he walked over to where Tars awaited him to follow, Robbin licked off the remains of butter pecan off his fingers. Mmm, I love it~

Now with all his minor tasks complete, the two could begin their venture for the shadiest spot on Sundance. Robbin hopped in place with a smile on his face, signaling to Tars he was up and ready to go. "On yo command, Mistah Tahs!"

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How’s he always in such high spirits…? The question hung in Tars’ mind like bait awaiting a catch of the day, but nothing was biting. Robbin had proven himself many things in the space of just a few minutes; a naive soul, wielding the power of ice cream of all things, who always seemed to get back up again after being knocked down. It reminded him of, well, himself. Withholding a smile, he walked on ahead, following the maze of buildings and keeping their path to the cooling shadows as much as possible.

^{“Oh,” Master Osten grunted:
“What was your name again?”}

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Starring…

_{Tars Osten (ffe5b4)
Robbin Berry Daaz (d96a96)
Bon Bon (ff6347)
Chestnut (6ad9c7)}

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[The Prettiest Squish]

The two started on their path to cooler shadows when a curious inquiry he'd heard before stopped Robby dead in his tracks. The ice cream boy froze in place, not expecting the same question that got him into his previous engagement with the violent couple. He took a cautious step backwards from Tars in the event his bony companion was not all that he was cracked up to be. "M-mu-muh name is...Wobbin Bewwy Daaz." He flinched as if he were expecting another swift blow to the face but part of him hoped he were wrong.

Mistah Tahs is a good puhson, wight?...He would nevah hut me. Nuh uh!...I hope. The chilled child gazed up at his friend with moist eyes, licking off the sweet dairy tears that crossed his cheeks.