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Lighter giggled as Jake’s hand got stuck in his hair. He helped the other male escape before running his through his hair again to fix it. “Mm, I should get a haircut. Leave a few curls on the top and cut the sides short.” He replied, his green eyes taking in their surroundings. He waited patiently for his lover to order, and then for their ice creams. The second he got his, Lighter attacked it. A soft purr left his throat. “I love peach ice cream. It’s hard to find it in stores though. You can only get it in the mall food court.”