Icee's Cup
Art and character belong to Tetchy__
What would she do if her cup got knocked over?
>ShittyMissy throws the cup at you, but misses.
>It slips from her hand too soon and falls limply to the ground in front of her.
>Spilling its contents onto the ground, Icee shoots out of it, sliding on her ass along the floor as if it were a curling rink.
>The iced drink she sat in falls away as it flows out, leaving parts of her showing that previously had been covered with what you assumed was well... it looked like fur at least...
>Dizzy from her sudden careening across the floor, she takes a moment to collect herself after coming to rest a few inches from your left shoe.
>She shakes her head and looks around, then tenses up when she notices the nearby leather toe.
>Looking up, she shrieks as she notices you looking down at her.
>The colour drains from her face, leaving her head looking like a semi-translucent snowfur.
>She quickly starts grabbing up all the slush she can reach and holding it to herself like a bather clutching a towel.
>Sprinting- well, more like skating her way back towards the overturned cup, she does her best to cover herself until she dives into it.
>You couldn't prevent yourself from taking a peek at her ass as she skated however, and your curiosity left you far from disappointed
>Walking slowly over to the cup and crouching down, you shoved a decent portion of the frozen beverage back into it as it lay on its side.
>Pausing for a good few seconds after you were done, you said in as comforting a tone of voice as you could:
"You decent?"
>there was another moments pause before you got a meek reply.
"Yea..."
>Icee said from inside the cup.
>Taking the cup in your hand, you lift it with a scooping motion as you stand back up.
>Looking down into the open top, you see a pitiful sight
>Icee was certainly looking worse for wear, the slush she was forced to cover herself with having been contaminated with dirt and other grime from the apartment rooftop.
>You did your best to give her a warm smile, but she couldn't meet your gaze.
>Instead looking down at the spare slush pooled around her ankles.
"C'mon. We're going to 7-11. Let's get you a fresh cup."
>There was no pause in her response this time, and she glances up to look you in the eye.
"Th-Thanks, Anon..."
>She mutters, clearly a different type of embarrassed now as well.
>You give her a small affirming nod before lifting your gaze to head for the door that lead to the elevator.