Mentally screaming at himself and face burning with embarrassment, Maverick bites down hard at the inside of his cheek before leaning over to pick up his abandoned bowl from before. The remainder of the ice cream is a melted puddle, by now, especially with him having mixed it out of shape earlier...not that that does anything to ease the weird feelings clawing up his insides. This is...humiliating... If it helps, though, it might just be worth it.
He offers the bowl out to them with a light, prompting wiggle.]
You'd rather be tasting this, right? We could, uh...
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Mentally screaming at himself and face burning with embarrassment, Maverick bites down hard at the inside of his cheek before leaning over to pick up his abandoned bowl from before. The remainder of the ice cream is a melted puddle, by now, especially with him having mixed it out of shape earlier...not that that does anything to ease the weird feelings clawing up his insides. This is...humiliating... If it helps, though, it might just be worth it.
He offers the bowl out to them with a light, prompting wiggle.]
You'd rather be tasting this, right? We could, uh...