"I think it looks great!" Airen said with a bit too much glee. Then again, as far as kiosks went, he had it pretty good. He got to wear lots of alternative black clothing and look generally bored with existence. In order to attract customers. They had put it out in the middle of the mall to make it look more...approachable and it had been working. Were girls getting their belly-buttons pierced and the whole bit.
"Your man here says you're lookin' to get your lip tagged." Airen was one of those guys who tried a little too hard to act casual. He could never match Serghei's stoic sluttiness. He just stood there, impassively behind him, and Airen was ready to jump at his command (in the hopes perhaps that he'd land on something particularly friendly). "Tell you what, man. I'll trade you the lip for free food when your boss ain't around."
This had been Serghei's idea. He also wanted free ice cream by association. The man could eat mass quantities of just about anything and that cone was all but demolished. Brainfreeze also had never been a real problem for him, it must be his supernatural constitution. His workout regime and metabolism also demanded he intake a good number of calories and carbohydrates. Ice cream cones; the perfect combination.