He hadn't been expecting a gyro of his own. He had no money to pay for it with. He hesitated.
But then he thought maybe he understood. He reached over gently touching the back of Joy's hand. "You want..." he licked his lips in a subtle but unmistakable way.
It wouldn't be the first time trading himself for food. This he knew how to do.
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Date: 2019-04-16 10:47 pm (UTC)But then he thought maybe he understood. He reached over gently touching the back of Joy's hand. "You want..." he licked his lips in a subtle but unmistakable way.
It wouldn't be the first time trading himself for food. This he knew how to do.