If you really want sandwiches, it's pretty handy. 'Course, I always forget to say what kind of sandwiches, so I end up getting five different sandwiches sometimes, or one of them is just bread...
[Relying always on the goats to figure out their own culinary things is sometimes a crapshoot, is the point here. But Anon is always stubbornly planted in the present unless the past has something to offer -- entertainment, practical use in fights or other things, and other things in that vein -- and otherwise he simply lets it be or tosses it aside. The road already traveled; looking back only slows you down, and especially when there's little to nothing and no one behind you.
(There's nothing wrong with leaving those left behind to fend for themselves. That's probably what he still believes.)
More importantly, though, in terms of kakigoori -- this means that when the dark and slightly frazzled goat head pops up over the edge of the roof (goats are good at climbing, luckily...?), there's just the one very large shaved ice for the pink guest that they know to be a glutton and it's drizzled in several different flavors and garnishes just to satisfy a curious palate. Sometimes you learn from the past and sometimes you end up with a goat's best guess at a frosty midnight snack--]
Rose! I forgot to say there's two of us, but the flavors do look pretty good...
[He's popped up to go after that shaved ice. The goat looks fairly disgruntled, either because it's being given incomplete or terrible orders or because its name is probably Ambrose. Rest in pieces, goat butler.
Anon doesn't seem to notice, he's already taken a big bite and made a ridiculous noise at the inevitable brain freeze that he didn't even try to avoid. He'll just put the shaved ice in between them for now. Amber-Rose has scurried off and may or may not bring a second one -- but for now there's certainly enough to share.]
Mmm, this really is good like this. [a stretch to try and shake off the freeze as he peeks out at the view from the rooftop while he's sat up before he flops back again] But this view doesn't compare with flying at all.
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[Relying always on the goats to figure out their own culinary things is sometimes a crapshoot, is the point here. But Anon is always stubbornly planted in the present unless the past has something to offer -- entertainment, practical use in fights or other things, and other things in that vein -- and otherwise he simply lets it be or tosses it aside. The road already traveled; looking back only slows you down, and especially when there's little to nothing and no one behind you.
(There's nothing wrong with leaving those left behind to fend for themselves. That's probably what he still believes.)
More importantly, though, in terms of kakigoori -- this means that when the dark and slightly frazzled goat head pops up over the edge of the roof (goats are good at climbing, luckily...?), there's just the one very large shaved ice for the pink guest that they know to be a glutton and it's drizzled in several different flavors and garnishes just to satisfy a curious palate. Sometimes you learn from the past and sometimes you end up with a goat's best guess at a frosty midnight snack--]
Rose! I forgot to say there's two of us, but the flavors do look pretty good...
[He's popped up to go after that shaved ice. The goat looks fairly disgruntled, either because it's being given incomplete or terrible orders or because its name is probably Ambrose. Rest in pieces, goat butler.
Anon doesn't seem to notice, he's already taken a big bite and made a ridiculous noise at the inevitable brain freeze that he didn't even try to avoid. He'll just put the shaved ice in between them for now. Amber-Rose has scurried off and may or may not bring a second one -- but for now there's certainly enough to share.]
Mmm, this really is good like this. [a stretch to try and shake off the freeze as he peeks out at the view from the rooftop while he's sat up before he flops back again] But this view doesn't compare with flying at all.