alchemicals | IC Contact / empatheias

[Nope. The coast is pretty clear, and Silver and Weavile are the only ones around. ...Weavile already has a god damn bowl of ice cream, because patience is not one of his virtues when it comes to food.

But he quickly waves Kimbley down as he approaches.]

My name's Silver.

[Since he was wondering. ...How long have they been talking, to only now give out names? Jeez.]

...Why.

[Kimbley, you can't just ask someone- ]

[Like they ever have any tact in the first place.]

I don't know. Big sis thinks it's because it matches my eyes.

[...okay, but]

...Babies are born with blue eyes, though.

...Beats me, then.

[...Did all of their parents just get really lucky guesses, or what?]

I mean, it's a cute name and all, I just can't figure out who looks at a redheaded kid and goes "I'm gonna name him Silver."

...It would be really awkward if Red and I shared a name, so I'm glad something like that didn't happen.

...Let me guess. Red-eyed kid?

...Yeah.

...So do any of you people named like that have siblings that got the same color eyes as you? Because that's got to be awkward.

...Only one of us, and her name's Daisy.

[...We should probably actually go into the ice cream store at some point and grab some ice cream.

...

Silver's going in first. Come on.]

...You know, I'm not sure if I should feel worse for Daisy or the person she's related to.

[On the one hand, she got a normal name! ...On the other, the damn name is Daisy.

That said, yeah, sure, let's go inside.]

My kid sister's the reason I asked; her eyes were blue as hell when she was born, I'm pretty sure, but they eventually came out like mine. So that'd be awkward as hell by your naming conventions over there.

...Maybe it's different in my world? I don't know. ...Or maybe our parents just had lucky guesses, or the same color eyes.

[...Too bad he can't exactly go and ask his dad, because he's usually busy dying or being evil as hell.]

This place has dozens of different flavors, and not all of them make sense.

[So have fun with the weirdo flavors, if that's your thing. Or go and get some chocolate. Who is he to judge?]

[...You know, the ice cream is both a nice distraction and something he doesn't really know what to do with - ten years in the dark with no one to talk to seriously deteriorates your decision-making skills, who the fuck knew.

So he's. Uh. Gonna be here for a while. Just kind of staring at stuff, if you don't mind.]

[Silver goes ahead and gets maybe six different flavors including cookies and cream, cake batter, and hot pepper, and sits down with his life choices and waits for Kimbley to make up his mind.

He can take his time.]

[You know, normally when he has no idea what he's doing, he'll usually just kind of stare at Archer for however long it takes him to order and he'll just...loosely base his off of that?

...He'd really prefer to not experience death by ice cream right now and besides that sounds really disgusting, Silver, what are you doing, so he's not...going to order all of that.

...Maybe a halfway sane combination of like half of that? But not all of that, damn.]

[Absolutely no one needs hot pepper flavor in their life. Good call, Kimbley.

At least one flavor is a slightly more sane cinnamon swirl.]

[...Sounds good, yeah, let's do that.

He'll join Silver eventually; he's got a hell of a lot of ice cream with him, because Kimbley also tends to eat like he doesn't know when he's going to get the chance to again, but at the very least the flavors are not painfully weird.]

...You having fun with all that?

It's hot and cold at the same time.

[Which makes it delicious, apparently. By the time Kimbley settles and sits down, Silver's gone through larger portion of it than he probably should have; he's not about to judge Kimbley for any weird eating habits, at least.]

Some of them sound weird, but are actually pretty tasty. Others sound weird and are weird.

I'll take your word for it.

[That said, fuck yeah, ice cream; it's...been a really long time since he's had it, actually.]

...So you want to tell me what I did, exactly? Other than "I said something that somehow made things better."

...You helped me talk to the person I asked that question over without being a jerk about it.

[...So. Ice cream--!]

Between you and my friend the nine, you're going to make me think I'm actually decent at this whole advice thing.

[Ice cream.]

For assholes, maybe.

[He will absolutely shoot himself in the foot to take down the ship.]

Once in a while I get some decent people listening to me.

Hell if I know why, and they never listen about the stuff that actually matters, but there you go.

[...]

You didn't do that anonymous advice column thing, did you?

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