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Storm looked up, noticing Jude looking down at her. "...What?" She laughed, standing straight again. She watched them talk, kind of hoping that Will would stick around. People were sparse these days, like ice-cream and alcohol and bass guitars. Basically the three fundamental things which made her happy. "Yeah, you should stick around, Will. At the very least until we get ice-cream." She fiddled with her pigtails again, standing beside Jude and humming the song Hey Jude. At the mention of ice-cream, her eyes lit up. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes YES!!!" She began to jump up and down like a hyper school girl beside Jude and tugged on his arm. "Will, you're helping too. We are getting ice-cream if it kills me. Or I kill you. Or I kill something."