[center][h3][b][color=aqua]Kric, the Imp[/color][/b][/h3][/center]

[i][color=aqua]Wow. There's a lot here. Big guy must be expecting some guests.[/color][/i]

In the chill of the cooler, Kric lay on his back with the handful of wrappers over his stomach and a half eaten ice cream cone currently being eaten with big bites from the imp, leaving devastating fang marks all over the innocent treat. He felt fairly relaxed as he listened to the hustle and bustle of the tavern outside, thoughtfully chewing the chunk of ice cream and swallowing it quickly.

His haven was destroyed soon enough as the tavern owner tumbled the blushed skin imp out of his hiding place, Kric still attempting to swipe at his lost cone as he was dragged up by the back of his shirt. The imp had ice cream all over his mouth and chin, but still glared equally back at Zzubus. [color=aqua]"Put it on my bill."[/color] He stated carelessly, understanding fully well that Zzubus knew that the imp street urchin would never be able to pay one off, never mind how many he's devoured.

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