”Jus’ took a bunch of shit from a store,” and broke the windows. And beat up the owner. And the cashier. “So who are ya? might as well know your name if we’re gonna be stuck t’gether…” he mumbled, leaning back on his bunk against the wall.
"---- huh. No shit."
Reminded him of his own days of jacking shit from convenience stores and cig shops; usually just smokes, lighters, and girly mags that he slipped into his pockets and under his hoodie ---- but, he'd been an uncomfortably horny and nicotine-deprived spitwad in the early throes of puberty, so go figure.
And while usually he tried not to get personal with the schmoes he was locked up with ... this particular one looked interesting enough.
"... Gokudera. I ain't plannin' on stayin' here more than one night, but ... yours?"
