Long Mian (Ao Bing)/Side Tale 3

===My Summer Friend===
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My Summer Friend
Gyrate Commercial Center. Shadow Decree meeting room.
Bonnie and Long Mian are waiting patiently in the Shadow Decree meeting for the representatives of their new partnership to arrive.
: Don't just sit there when they come, OK? We're here to negotiate and from an alliance.
Bonnie. Eris. Shadow Guard.
: Instead of worrying about me, why don't you try reining in that famous temper of yours?
Long Mian. Ao Bing. Shadow Guard.
: ...
Bonnie angrily picks up the cup of tea in front of her, takes a sip, and then puts it back down with a loud bang.
: This heat is unbearable! And, to top it all off, they gave us hot tea!
: I'll order some takeaway. What do you want?
: I don't need to.
Long Mian extends his hands and concentrates on his palm.
Several ice cubes appear in the air by magic, they then fall into their teacups. The cups become much cooler.
: !
: Where did you get those ice cubes? ...I didn't realize you could do that.
: From my powers, of course.
: Uh... Are they clean? Can I just eat them directly?
: What are you implying?
: The ice is obviously as clean as you could possibly get. But, if you feel otherwise, you're welcome to avoid them.
: That's not what I meant! If you choose to misinterpret everything I say, then you can talk to yourself.
Bonnie lifts the tea to her mouth and drinks the entire cup in one gulp.
Day 2
Shadow Decree. Cafeteria.
: Long Mian, Long Mian, I finally found you!
: What's up?
: Long Mian, can you make ice cubes in different shapes?
: Why do you want to know?
: I'm just curious about the limits of your ice cube-making powers.
: I've seen you freezing large Miramon, but that was just you cooling down something that already exists.
: You conjured up some ice cubes yesterday, yes, but they were just normal-sized.
: Normal-sized?
Long Mian furrows his brow and places his utensils back on the table.
He extends a hand and then, soon enough, a small statue of ice resembling a Miramon appears out of thin air.
: Easy.
: They're beautiful!
Bonnie stares at the sculpture on the table, lost in thought.
: Please. I'm eating.
: Just a second. I have one more question!
: You're not a researcher. What's with all the questions?
: Please. Last question.
: ...
: How many of these sculptures can you create at one time?
: As many as I want.
Long Mian loses his patience. He lifts up his hands and then, soon enough, the dining table is filled to the brim with various little Miramon sculptures of all shapes and sizes.
: I believe I've answered all your queries. That will be all.
: Alright. No more questions!
Several days later
Shadow Decree. Cafeteria.
: Shaved ice Miramon! Shaved ice Miramon! Don't miss out!
: This is great, Bonnie! Another please.
Li Ao. Tao Tie. Shadow Guard, Bonnie's Partner.
Long Mian is shocked at the sight that greets him in the cafeteria.
Bonnie is surrounded by a gaggle of customers eager to get their hands on her new Miramon-shaped snow cones.
Long Mian is annoyed that the various ice sculptures seem to be exact copies of his creations from a few das ago.
: Bonnie, what's going on?
: Oh, Long Mian! Please, try one of my new Miramon snow cones. For you, it's free.
Bonnie inlays the Miramon-shaped shaved ice creation with a good helping of sweet strawberry syrup and then shoves one into Long Mian's palms.
: I didn't come here to eat, I came to ask you what you're doing with my sculptures?
: Is that why you asked me those strange questions?
: Don't get worked up! It took a lot of work.
: I made models out of all your sculptures and then prepared them for mass production.
: Now I've got more than 20 unique Miramon designs to sell. It's all part of my plan to become the Shadow Decree's "desert maker du jour".
: I didn't make these for money.
: I know you're not focused on money, but aren't you excited at the thought of others learning to appreciate the beauty of the Miramon, just like you do?
: Now people will be able to say "Oh, how adorables is this Miramon?"
: Isn't that what you've always wanted?
: Uh... No...
Long Mian lowers his head to evade Bonnie's stare. He takes a big bite out of his strawberry-flavored snow cone.
: What do you think? Tasty, right?
: Not bad. But the molds used to make these Miramon are terribly unrefined.
: What could I do? Your sculptures may have been formed by Esper power, but they still melt.
: Mm. I'm aware of that. And so I suggest you don't use these crude imitations any longer.
: ...
: I will provide the correct molds next time.