Snow laughs softly before leading him to a small little place, it was rather quiet for a summer afternoon. "Ah. If it isn't our beloved Snow. How ya doin' sugar?" A woman asks, standing beind the counter. "I'm well, Mrs. Lavinski." She smiles and nods. "Who's your friend there, Snow?"
Virgil waves. "Ello, I'm Virgil Contraal." He introduces himself, shifting the cane from hand to hand. He had it the entire time but it was hidden because his author can to that.
She nods and smiles. "Ice cream for you two?" She asks. Snow nods and smiles. "The usual please! What do you want Virgil?" He asks, smiling up at the other.
Virgil thinks for a moment. "Can you read the menu to be Snow?" He asks his friend politely, tilting his head in Snow's direction.
Snow nods and smiles, reading off the list to his friend. He enjoyed being with Virgil. It always made him happy.
"Can I please get a black cherry ice cream?" He asks after his friend read off the menu list. He turned to Snow. "Thanks, bud. What would I do without you?"
She nods and walks off. Snow smikes warmly at his friend. "Of course." He says softly, leading the other carefully towards a table.
Virgil sat down, setting his cane at his side. He could usually tell where people were based on their fears. But really, who was scared in an ice cream parlor.
Snow giggles softly as he looks around. "I love this place. It's so peaceful and quiet." He says happily. Snow was simply enjoying his time sitting here with Virgil. He adored being with the other.
"It is quiet, it's nice." He says, folding his arms and resting his head on them. "What's it look like?" He asks out of the blue.
Snow hums in thought. "Well. It kind of looks like a saloon from the West, just a bit nicer. It has a vintage look and feel to it. There's a large window looking out towards the park, and tables at random around the floor. The counter is opposite of us currently, and it kind of looks like a bar." He explains.
Virgil bites his lip. "That's nice, what are the colors?" He asks, he knew he couldn't tell what colors were but he still wanted to know. "Is it pretty?"
"It's mostly just simple wood, but there are pretty flower designs along the counter." Snow explains as he took Virgil's hand, tracing the shape of the flowers on the palm of his hand. He smiles a little bit.
"That's nice…" Virgil says, trailing off. "I wish I could see, it seems awesome." He muttered to himself. Seeing would be cool, and it would help when I'm doing my gig.
Snow smiles and squeezes his hand. "It's okay." He mutters. He jumps when their order is called. "I've got it." He says cheerfully.
Virgil smiles, he loved anything sweet and ice cream was definitely sweet. "What kind did you get nerd?" He asks, he called everyone nerd.
Snow sits back down with their ice cream before smiling at Virgil. "Cookie dough with extra dough." He says happily.
"How the hell do you get cookie dough with extra dough? Wouldn't it just be cookie dough with a smidge of ice cream?" He asks, his brows furrowed.
Todoroki!//
He laughs softly and shakes his head. "Open your mouth, silly. It's really good." He says happily.
"Fine." Virgil pouts but opens his mouth a bit later. "I have no clue how that is even considered an ice cream." He mutters, his mouth still open.
Snow gave him a little of the ice cream. Surprisingly, it was a perfect mix of cookie dough and thick, cold, milky ice cream. Snow giggles softly. "What do you think?"
"It's good I guess, black cherry is still way better." He said, licking the ice cream off his lips. "But still, how do you eat that?"
Snow smiles and shrugs. "I just think it's good." He says happily. Snow eats his ice cream with a big smile, humming happily.
Virgil smiles at Snow's hum and starts to eat his ice cream, it being gone within minutes. "That was yummy."
Snow finishes his as well, giving a happy smile. "That was yummy indeed."
"Yup! My black cherry is still so much better." He says, biting the end of the cone.
Snow huffs. "Not true!" He defends before laughing softly. "So what do you want to do now?" He asks curiously.
"I don't care." He said, leaning against the table. "What do you want to do Snowflake?"
Snow shrugs and smiles. "We could just hang out somewhere." He says happily.
"I'm good with that, wanna go to my flat?" He asks.