Akito gaped slightly as all hell started to break loose before his very eyes. This wasn't what Akito had thought the day would turn out to be. No, he expected to be sitting down with everyone talking, eating ice cream and everyone having a good time as they enjoyed themselves. He really couldn't do much as ice cream flew by as the food fight broke out. He whined quietly, frowning a bit. By now even Akira and Bandou were starting to take part in the ice cream fight. What a waste.... Holding Chii, he gently hopped out of his seat and let her have it instead; being sure the blanket was around her and a bit over her head to protect her from any stray hits. Now, even Ikki-kun had arrive which did make the blue hair boy perk up. It was hard to restrain himself from running over and hugging the taller boy, the only thing that was keeping him from doing so were all the bodies in the way and Ikki, along with everyone else, throwing ice cream. What to do... 'Akito, Akito. Let me take over, I'll fucking kick all their asses.' It did look like fun...and worse thing that would happen would be that he would end up taking a bath. Thus it was agreed upon. "Agito, lets show them how a food fight is really done~ No mercy~♥" Akito beamed as he slid the eye patch over his face to cover his other eye. Instantly the air around the boy changed, soft expression gone and now darker and similar to that of a hungry shark.
Picking up two of the of the containers and a scooper, Agito calmly stirred it around to break off some large chucks of ice cream before tossing the spoon aside. Being smaller then everyone had its advantages when you wanted to go unnoticed. Scooping the ice cream into balls, he made a few before setting it aside. It was faster to just have it all ready then to scoop each and every time. Grabbing some of the chocolate and caramel syrup he poured it into the containers; make his ammo more messy and a pain in the ass to clean off. ‘ Ready Agito~~? This is going to be fun~~” “ You read my mind, Akito.” he answered back, climbing onto one of the tables with the two containers, seating one down and holding the other under his arm. Taking out a sticky ball of ice-cream, chocolate/caramel syrup his smirk grew. With that he chucked his first work of art at Ikki’s face, the second was thrown at Kaito’s head and the third and forth in Akira’s and Mitsuru’s general direction.