#c:wndrbcy

“dude, i dunno what you’re so mad about,” tone even as he settled in at the counter, “whatshisname didn’t have an issue floatin’ me some cup noodles, it’s what? a buck fifty? if you’re that pressed i’ll give it back tomorrow, didn’t know the store was in fuckin’ danger of closing or whatever.” though he knew that wasn’t the issue at hand, the other was just being petty —- unreasonable. it was fine, tristan would be sure to remember this, to find a way to return the favor some time in the near future. “happy now?”