“How’s the ice cream?” Koko inquired, looking to you, her green eyes curios.

“It’s good.” You smile and then take of quick lick of your chocolate ice cream cone, strawberry-flavored sprinkles topping the frozen treat. “Stopping for ice creams was a good idea.”

The red-haired cat girl steps forward, spinning around to face you, her ponytail cutely swinging with the motion. In her hand, she too holds an ice cream, her ice cream being the same variety you have. She takes a quick lick of her treat as the two of you walk along the Dungeon Town street. For now, this street is rather vacant, just to two of you being here.

“It’s rather nice, isn’t it? Just the two of us.” Her green eyes happily watch you as she walks backwards, her tail casually swishing to and fro.

“You know,” you start, watching the woman (who is roughly the same height as you) walk backwards, “maybe you should watch where you’re going instead of, well, me.”

“But I like looking at you,” she says, earning somewhat of a blush from you. “Oof!” She then slams right into a lamppost. Guess she should have headed your suggestion.

You suppress a giggle as you watch the petite woman turn to glare at the offending lamppost as she rubs her sore backside. She turns back to you, saying, “Would you believe me if I said I did that on purpose?”

“You’re claiming that you purposely walked into a lamppost that you didn’t see because you weren’t looking where you were going?” you deadpan.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“Fine. Let’s go with that. Anyway, let’s move on.”

She positions herself at your right, and the two of you return to walking down the street. As you proceed, you notice Koko stealing glances not at you but at your ice cream. Why is she stealing glances at your ice cream? You can’t help but turn your attention to said ice cream, studying it nervously.

“Uh, Koko?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t do anything weird to my ice cream, did you?”

“Why would you think that?” Koko responds, cocking her head to the side cutely, her tail swaying back and forth. Her green eyes are pretty much locked on your ice cream by this point.

“It’s just that you seem to have taken quite an interest in it.”

“Oh. You noticed,” the redhead laughed, her ponytail bouncing a bit. “I was just wondering.”

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“Wondering what?”

“Mind if I get a taste? Just a little lick,” she says ever so sweetly, clasping both hands around her own ice cream’s waffle cone.

“But,” you start, somewhat confused, “you got the same flavor I did.”

Koko freezes almost as if she had been punched in the gut. Shakily, she turns her attention to the ice cream in her own hands. It is the same flavor you have. Why did she get the same flavor you got? “Epic fail,” she murmurs to no one in particular, her shoulders, ears, and tail all drooping in dismay.

You sigh at the cat girl’s distraught display and opt to hold your ice cream out towards her. “If it is that important to you, I guess you could take a little lick.” You softly blush at the implication. You had been licking this ice cream. If she licks it, isn’t that an indirect kiss via ice cream or something?

Koko promptly perks up at your suggestion, her ears and tail twitching, stars forming in her emerald eyes. She leans forward, leans towards your ice cream, her tongue expectantly out. A soft blush comes to her cheeks as she nears her goal. So close. Just a little bit more.

A loud thud sounds, and her hopes drop away. Both your ice creams tumble to the ground, something having crashed down in front of you two. Pink eyes wide, you stare at what is now a bloody indentation in the road. How did the whole ice cream thing turn into this?

“W-What just happened?” you finally manage to stutter.

Koko blinks for a moment (her eyes also wide) before responding, “I think we just witnessed some waifu off herself.” She blinks some more before looking up. “Unless it was murder. I don’t see anyone up there. Maybe an accident.”

“You sure she was a waifu?”

The cat girl simply points to the center of the bloody crater. Lying right at the center of said crater, a lone blue jewel (a drop) glistens.

[Waifu’s Tear]

Your pink eyes somehow go wider, your face paling. “Is that a waifu’s drop? Us waifus have drops?”

“Well, this is the dungeon,” Koko comments with a shrug. “Of course you waifus have drops.”

“Guess I should have expected that. Feels weird knowing that I’ll turn into a [Waifu’s Tear] if I die though.” You force a smile but can’t quite get your body to stop shaking.

“Just relax,” Koko comforts you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We all have drops. You’ll get used to the thought of having one.” She turns her attention back to the bloody crater with the [Waifu’s Tear] at its center. “We should report this to the guild.”

“Agreed.”