@blasphemral asked: it's been like this for awhile now, wandering through the marketplace with tuesday sniffing the air at every street corner (every knockturn, even) with david adjusting his scarf in the autumn breeze. school would be starting up at hogwarts soon, and there was a certain quality to the way the wind would tousle barty's hair. the pair of them far too skinny for their robes, david turns to barty not long past olivanders. "i could really go for a coke right now."
“Do you survive on sweets?”
David’s always filling himself with sugar. Makes Barty wonder about his nutrition. Of course, he shouldn’t be talking, given his own stick-thin nature is just as troublesome as David’s, if not more so given that Barty simply does not eat. But, well. He drinks water and tea, at least.
He bumps up against David’s shoulder, walking far closer to him than most people might. No personal space (in all fairness, it’s cold, and he would like to stay as near to David as he can) (this is just an excuse that he will gladly use). Barty stops next to him in the street, and he links their arms together as they stand, considering their next actions. “Well. Do you want to get something here?” Then, he leans in close, face teeming with a sudden smile. “Or go out among muggles?”
For Barty, this is a very exciting prospect, and he’s always interested in dragging someone else out with him. Especially when they’re in London and talking about potentially eating. This is, after all, the one time he might actually fancy food — when he can have something interesting to eat. So, while this is supposedly searching for David’s opinion to fulfill his need, it’s also a thinly veiled request that David can probably see plainly. Barty can be pretty obvious sometimes.
“It’s. Up to you.” Oh, please?