Oh. Oh no. Oh, no he didn't. Sano turned slowly, carefully removing the cone from the back of his head, eyes wide with shock and slowly building rage. That bastard crocodile had thrown ice-cream at him. And gotten it in his hair. No one fucked with Sano's hair, goddammit.
"...WANIJIMA." Sano didn't get much farther than that, before shoving the cone straight into Kaito's face before retreating. Why throw things when you were fast enough to ensure a direct hit?