;;[FLaVOUR_} -Zetsu-

[[GaaRa]]

Gaara meandered around the counter, and was occasionally told to deliver sundaes; the new seasonal favourite. Autumn was gradually becoming too chilly for ice cream, but today was a warm, if not pleasant day, so he could expect more customers.

The redhead felt uncomfortable in his uniform; it fitted too well. It clung to his body as if it had been painted onto him: the black slim leg pants hugging his legs slightly, the waistcoat emphasising his figure too much, the white dress shirt dazzling the eyes of anyone that looked at him with its pristine cleanliness.

It was supposed to look somewhat English, but failed miserably...creating a cross between American clothing and the latest fashion for old-school butlers.

"How may I help?" He delivered boredly to the person who he had caught out of the corner of his eye, not bothering to examine him/her in full.

[Zetsu]

It was incredibly hard not to laugh at this kid, the outfit he was wearing was so...stupid. Holding back a snicker. He leaned on the counter slightly, looking the red head over. From the dark rings surrounding his eyes, he could tell that this guy had pretty bad insomnia; he suspected the same for himself though. Or maybe he wasn't getting enough sleep because Tobi had a tendency to talk in his sleep. And loudly at that.

"They make you wear that stupid uniform...?" His comment was filled with amusment as he smirked at the red head, making a mental note to not apply for a job here. Sure, he wasn't into fashion, but he didn't want to lose his dignity. "Oh, yes."

[/I] He glanced up at the menu above the counter, leaning back a little to get a good look at it.

"We'll have a...um, a sundae we guess."[/I] He reached into his jean pocket, feeling around inside for money.[/blockquote][/size]

[[GaaRa]]

He glared at the unwelcome intruder, who commented on on his uniform. Sure, he knew he looked stupid...but a customer didn't need to say it! The strange thing about this guy was that he was half black; the other half white.

"We?!" Gaara stared incredulously at the weirdo, and his green eyes confirmed that yes, there was only one weirdo...with two voices. All of his meagre staff training (a five minute pep talk in the kitchen on his first day) could not have prepared him for this...

Remain calm, remain helpful, remain as perfect as you can possibly manage in the situation.

And goddam*it Gaara, close your mouth and try and say something productive...! His brain whirred into cruise control, and he let it take over. "Uhmm...yeah? Flavour?"

[Zetsu]

"Yes, we. Great, another person who didn't seem to realize that pointing out two different personalties pissed him off a little. But he bushed the feeling off; he had promised Tobi ( after much nagging on the masked man's part ) that he wouldn't hurt anyone.

And he we feeling a little mellow today, so he smirked at the red head again before glancing up at the menu again. He hadn't had much ice cream in his life, so the large variety of flavors on the menu were a little confusing. So, he picked one at random.

"Oreo flavor. How much?" They had a flavor named after a cookie? People must have gotten really bored to start creating all of these flavors. He counted them on the menu. 56 flavors...Jeez, wasn't that pushing it?

[[GaaRa]]

"Prices on the menu," He rattled off automatically, and felt the stranger's annoyance towards him grow. Gaara imagined that he could like this guy...if he ever got over his strange colour scheme and two-voices-instead-of-one thing. The redhead continued as normal, "Would either of you like anything else?"

It was quite easy now, simple now he thought about it; there were two halves to one whole. All he had to do was treat the guy as if he were two separate people and he would be fine.

Gaara wasn't feeling talkative, and neither...it seemed, did the green-haired man/thing in front of him. He slipped behind the counter and tapped on the cash register, clicking on the button for the oreo icecream sundae.

"How are you?" He asked, because the need to form some kind of conversation had developed, and he was too bored to ignore the stranger.