"WHAT?!"
A shout erupted out of nowhere, startling a few nearby tourists. The source? A scraggly-looking young man wrapped in an old green cloak, with messy black hair that hung down to his shoulders. From the look on his face it seemed that whatever troubled him was serious. Both of his eyes were wide as can be and a clenched fist trembled in front of his face. An expression of utter shock was plastered across his mug. Someone nearby almost had the nerve to ask him what was wrong until- "All out of ice cream?!" ...well, yeah. Until that. The entire crowd had a collective 'sweatdrop moment' and continued about their business. But his concern was a valid one! Today was a scorcher. And they might've been on one of the busiest streets in Sietch Zensunna...but that was no excuse for an empty cart! What sort of dessert vendor ran out of ice cream on a day like this?! Running the mobile goodie stand was a balding middle-aged man. He closed his eyes and held up both of his hands in what was surely some sort of apology. It was a tragedy, truly.
Grumbles ensued as the traveler turned his back and furrowed his face into a frown. No ice cream, no more of that really tasty meat Kyokuso bought him...and he kept feeling like he was forgetting something! Something important. Someone. "Tsk." he sucked his teeth in disapproval and began to sulk away. Y'know, he might have nearly died from exhaustion and dehydration the first time he visited Suna, but at least he got ice cream after! Wait. No. He did, but a small girl with fox ears and a tail bumped into him and knocked it out of his hand. Some luck! A foot lazily lashed out to kick some sand before the scraggly stranger continued to walk. Slouched over and scowling like crazy was uncharacteristic of this particular goofball. But what exactly was he supposed to do? There weren't many ways to cool off in a sandpit. Critical thinking was never his strong suit...
...so maybe someone else would come along and offer up an idea?
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