“YoU wErE bEtTeR aT tHaT wHeN wE wEre KiDs.” And so the mocking continued, his quest to make sure Ryo got a decent meal in his stomach never-ending. Not one, but two fingers pry into the other’s mouth, calloused flesh dragging over teeth and then the velvety skin of an inner cheek.
“Seriously though, Big Macs are the best. I could inhale a million of them.”
‘ . . . ’ and still no reaction- even as fingers curiously probe for no apparent reason ryō can fathom. akira too. . . was strange, but his behavior- it never really seemed to bother him as so much else did. so he allows it. for a few seconds more. ‘ yo’r fingr tasth like ith. ’
then he bites down on the hand, drawing blood that’s swallowed away. it was difficult to speak like that. ‘ go buy more if you want, i gave you more money this morning. ’