N(ice) to meet you! @frxstitute
True, his shirt had been stripped away only minutes before this stranger even bothered to place his hand on his body. To many, it would have been easy to see from the distance. But, to this guy’s credit, Gray hadn’t even noticed he was shirtless from the start of his usual walk.
With a slow sigh, Gray turned towards the source of the obnoxious screeching and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I don’t know what’s suddenly got your panties in a twist, but if you’re searchin’ for something cheap, I’m sure you can stop by a gas station or something. They got those little pocket things filled with meat."
It might give one stomach pains for weeks, but that wasn’t Gray’s problem.
Letting go of the stranger's shoulder, he stared at him nervously. What the hell was this guy thinking!? Shouldn't he at least... Cover up?
Thank god he crossed his arms and covered up his--nevermind. If he didn't, who knows how many days he would've gone without sleep. #scarredforlife
"Pocket...things? And by cheap, I don't mean I'm a beggar on the street. Like, I know I seem like a healthy boy but I can literally eat a cow now. Any REAL food? And any real clothes for you to wear? Dude, aren't you cold?"
Who knows if those things are actually prepared in a sanitary manner? Never. Ever. Trust gas station food. The last time he trusted gas stations, he had to fight a boss battle with a gas station employee. And he was NOT going to do that again.
