₊⊹ cђ𝐎Ｓᴏ ƙα𝔐σ ⭑.ᐟ

you eat your broken hair tie like a spaghetti noodle, which is what he did — leaning all his wait on Irene's leg, tilting his head upward . ) “Whaaaaat not like you can read it with a chunk taken out, just let me finish.”

( he's trying to be sneaky, reaching over to retrieve the book for another taste while causing a distraction . )

book, shaking his head to free the chunk and chewing . and adding the handle of the bag to top it all off . His face hurt and he's slightly miffed, but mostly because he's hungry as shit . . . ) “Fake ass leather— shit don't even taste like cow.”