[ankh, 002.]

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[The weather isn't warm at all, but chilly weather has never stopped Ankh from enjoying his one addiction. Four popcicles in hand, he flops down on the open grass by the bayfront area and bites down into the delicious sweetness of blueberry-flavored ice.]

Tch.

[He takes another bite; relishes the delicious pool of flavor now inside his mouth.]