It was hot. Normally a person would enjoy such heat at this time of year, but as always, Nitro forgot for the nth time to put on some sunscreen. Looking down at his tan, he could mistaken his arms for oversized corn dogs. Nitro sighed deeply as he turned the corner, but immediately perked up once he saw people holding snow cones in the distance. He instantly rushed over to the man holding what appeared to be an “everything” snow cone (Ace).
“Um, excuse me, but where did you get that snow cone? I seriously need to get one!”
I am the third generation Nitro. Nitro III, to be exact.
Personality type: INFJ-A