He felt a cold shiver run down his spine when the grunt took a bite of the stale pastry. Yeah, it was only a matter of time before he was going to become sick.
"Ugh— -…Why do you not ask to do work for food?" He sneered, this was going to be a bad idea but anything to get this kid out of the trash, "If I offer to make you a meal in return for you to clean the kitchen floor, right now… Would you do it and then leave this place as soon as you finish? You’re going to become ill if you continue to eat trash like that. Tch…"
Grabbing the cap he spun it in his hand, plopping it down on his head in a swift motion. “Really?”
"I-I mean…" He tried to wipe the grin off his face. "You don’t want people like me in your establishment, restaurant man. M’no good at doing things and I have a dirty mouth…" But the thought of food burned his neck with need. "And… I don’t really have anywhere else to go." He forgot the keys to Matts place in his patrol locker two towns over. "So, I guess I’ll find another Alley to sleep in." It was better than getting the cops called on him.
"I've seen and handled worse, boy. Mop and sweep, that is simple. A preschooler can do it in less than 5 minutes. You only need to clean around the kitchen, not outside in the actual restaurant. To be honest with you this wouldn't be the first time I've had a... 'Delinquent' do a small chore in exchange for food and do keep in mind I don't have to offer this at all, so will you do it or will you continue to fill your mouth with-- -....Other's bacteria and leave?"













