Akira scowled at Kaito, removing his newfound edible siren quite tentatively all things considered. For one it was cold and for another he didn't want to spread it anymore than his (brat) superior already had in the event it would prove harder to wash out than he thought. Though a pause to wipe his hands off on Kaito's blatant lack of cleavage was enough to bring back a grin.
Until a certain bird-brain managed to pelt him on the shoulder with a ball of ice cream, that is, at which point the brunet scowled at him instead. "Yeah, thanks for that. Both of you." he muttered, picking the melting ball off and throwing it back haphazardly. Honestly, who needed kids when you had these two in tow?