because you signed up for it

it’s a quick little march as brock shuffles his feet to be in front of steve, his little brown eyes inspecting the man in front of him with a childish curiosity.  he has a little backpack over his shoulder brightly colored, but faded around the straps and the zipper is a little worse for wear.

‴….you eat ice cream, right?‴

it’s a serious thing.  he can’t just be adopted and find out that the man that adopted him doesn’t eat ice cream!  it’d be the end of his whole existence!  never to eat ice cream again!  that had to be illegal.