Schuldig had not really wanted to go eat ice cream. For one thing, he'd wrestled with his closet for an hour and gotten nothing but frilly dresses in various horrifyingly sickening pastel shades. He'd managed to get one white one with pink trim, but that reminded him so much of Crawford and his fucking white suit fetish that he'd thrown it back into the closet and decided just to stick with the green one. It took another good long time to get some shoes out of the closet that weren't high heels, and when he finally managed a pair of plain white flats, they were ridiculously girly-looking. And then there was the whole thing where he was amazingly pissed at Mello and everyone else and just god damn it.
Maybe seeing Kaito grovel at his feet would make him feel a little better, though, so he set out to the damn parlor. It wasn't exactly mistakable for any other one; the dresses were a pretty damn good sign what he was looking for. Kaito was already there, along with a bunch of other people who he didn't really care about at the moment. "I heard there was free ice cream here," he said, smirking at Kaito from the doorway.