No way. [Stefan closes his eyes solemnly, as if he's reciting a sacred oath:] He who makes the Sundae must also partake in eating said Sundae.
[He suspects that he won't last long. His stomach was not built to sustain something of this size, and he had been piling on topping after topping in an attempt to distract him from his hideous personal life. Even when he wasn't in Mystic Falls, the ever-present misery certainly followed. Not exactly the interdimensional blessing Stefan would've asked for.
Reluctantly, he takes a spoon and savors that first bite. Mm, it's creamier than he remembered, and far sweeter than he expected. He's going to have to brush his fangs extra carefully tonight.
(He really should've wished up that Tupperware while he was at it).]
We're friends now, Barry, and friends don't let friends just lie there alone.
[ he raises his hand, fingers save for his index wrapped into his palm. ] Okay, but if Beyonce's performing at the Superbowl again, it's totally okay to abandon a friend. [ because if anyone's going to be abandoning anyone for beyonce, it's barry allen. ]
[ he laughs and shakes his head. tucking into his sundae, he eats it just a little more slowly than he usually would. even though his brain freezes last for a second of how they do for anyone else, he's become a little used to ensuring he doesn't inhale ice-cream at an alarming rate. ]
[ pointing to the sundae with his spoon, his mouth is cold and full, ] So why are we Sundaeing?
Oh. [There's no easy way to say this, so Stefan sets his spoon down and glances over at Barry.] Um, my girlfriend - ex-girlfriend now, I guess - dumped me for my brother. Again.
[He grimaces, not necessarily at being dumped so much as being dumped again in the span of two months. A guy should've taken the hint the first time around, but part of Stefan had wanted to believe that there was hope. That maybe, in some distant corner of the universe, Elena would come to her senses and date him again.
How did that old saying go? Fool me once, shame on me, but fool me twice...]
I already tried the "drowning your sorrows" thing? Didn't really work out, so I figured we'd go Sundaeing instead.
[ he scoops some ice-cream out of his bowl, letting it cool his tongue and the roof of his mouth. he does wonder if it'll ever slow him down when he runs, but then he realises the cold has to probably be outside of his body, rather than be a simple food consumed and digested within seconds. it's something to experiment with later, when the ice-cream's a part of a scientific research project and not a part of socialisation with a friend. ]
[ he scoops more ice-cream out of his bowl, but leaves his spoon hanging as he looks at stefan. ]
That sounds ... [ he plunges his spoon back into the ice-cream, as if he had forgotten he'd swept some out in the first place. he looks down for a second, and almost makes out to grab more of the dessert but leaves his spoon buried inside of it. ] That sounds rough. [ then he looks up again. ] It's a little out of Bold and the Beautiful, but ... Even if you're not close with your brother, that's got to be tough.
[He blinks back genuine surprise, glancing over at Barry with relief, and maybe even a little gratitude.] Y-yeah, it is.
[It's weird. All this time, he figured that he would have to suck it up (no pun intended) and bottle up the grief, the anger, and maybe even the despair. He may lack their history, but he knows how much Elena mattered to him. How much he had mattered to her.
What was the point in being good, he had asked that poor boy once. Part of Stefan still has no idea.
"Good" seems so hilariously disappointing in Mystic Falls: even your hero hair can't withstand the pain. But the sympathy? That's - that's more than what he was expecting, and Stefan has to carefully brush back the tears from his eyes.]
I don't exactly remember our history, so I shouldn't be this upset, but what kind of brother neglects to tell you that he's got feelings for your ex?
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[He suspects that he won't last long. His stomach was not built to sustain something of this size, and he had been piling on topping after topping in an attempt to distract him from his hideous personal life. Even when he wasn't in Mystic Falls, the ever-present misery certainly followed. Not exactly the interdimensional blessing Stefan would've asked for.
Reluctantly, he takes a spoon and savors that first bite. Mm, it's creamier than he remembered, and far sweeter than he expected. He's going to have to brush his fangs extra carefully tonight.
(He really should've wished up that Tupperware while he was at it).]
We're friends now, Barry, and friends don't let friends just lie there alone.
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[ he laughs and shakes his head. tucking into his sundae, he eats it just a little more slowly than he usually would. even though his brain freezes last for a second of how they do for anyone else, he's become a little used to ensuring he doesn't inhale ice-cream at an alarming rate. ]
[ pointing to the sundae with his spoon, his mouth is cold and full, ] So why are we Sundaeing?
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[He grimaces, not necessarily at being dumped so much as being dumped again in the span of two months. A guy should've taken the hint the first time around, but part of Stefan had wanted to believe that there was hope. That maybe, in some distant corner of the universe, Elena would come to her senses and date him again.
How did that old saying go? Fool me once, shame on me, but fool me twice...]
I already tried the "drowning your sorrows" thing? Didn't really work out, so I figured we'd go Sundaeing instead.
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[ he scoops more ice-cream out of his bowl, but leaves his spoon hanging as he looks at stefan. ]
That sounds ... [ he plunges his spoon back into the ice-cream, as if he had forgotten he'd swept some out in the first place. he looks down for a second, and almost makes out to grab more of the dessert but leaves his spoon buried inside of it. ] That sounds rough. [ then he looks up again. ] It's a little out of Bold and the Beautiful, but ... Even if you're not close with your brother, that's got to be tough.
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[It's weird. All this time, he figured that he would have to suck it up (no pun intended) and bottle up the grief, the anger, and maybe even the despair. He may lack their history, but he knows how much Elena mattered to him. How much he had mattered to her.
What was the point in being good, he had asked that poor boy once. Part of Stefan still has no idea.
"Good" seems so hilariously disappointing in Mystic Falls: even your hero hair can't withstand the pain. But the sympathy? That's - that's more than what he was expecting, and Stefan has to carefully brush back the tears from his eyes.]
I don't exactly remember our history, so I shouldn't be this upset, but what kind of brother neglects to tell you that he's got feelings for your ex?