As much as he appreciated the kind gesture, no one, no one threw ice-cream cones at his crotch. Not even the goddamn Crocodile. Taking the kerchief in steady hands, Spitfire proceeded to wipe off his... soiled front. Well now.
"Wanijima-kun~" said the man, looking up to smile at the white-haired being, his face the perfect mask of cheer and good will. "What the fuck was that~?"