【 ♡ 】I love Twiddler if you couldn't tell

【 ♡ 】They were texting and driving... /j

Squeak! He immediately clams up.

❝ I- I mean... okay... ❞ he mutters.

❝ Oh! Uh... I don't mind. As long as you're healthy. ❞

He hopes there's not a stink. He smiles awkwardly.

❝ I can't really... afford it, though. ❞

❝ Ah-? But the booth? ❞

He points to the booth, furrowing his brow.

❝ Oh- no? I haven't... ❞

He blinks.

❝ You don't have to take me out, though... ❞

❝ ? No? ❞

He tilts his head. He doesn't get a lot of meat in his diet, admittedly... he can't afford a lot of it.

❝ Well, no. But you can't stay in here forever. That would also be dumb, ❞ he retorts playfully.

He hears the other's stomach rumble.

❝ ... how about I bring you a pastry here? Then we'll see about leaving. ❞

❝ You think I'm gonna let that happen to you? ❞ he asks gently. ❝ I'll be right next to you the whole time. ❞

He really hasn't. But Jax didn't take enough blood to really affect him. Nothing some juice can't fix.

❝ That was... ah- ❞

He covers his cheek, glancing away.

❝ Yeah. ❞

Rose feels like crying. He takes a few deep breaths, calming himself before speaking again.

❝ Let's get you out of here. I'll take you to get some pastries. There's... a really good place near my house. ❞

Rose goes slightly pale.

❝ Oh my god. ❞

He crouches down, grabbing the sign and pulling it off of Richie.

❝ Max did this? ❞

Good idea. Rose bruises like a peach.

Rose can't help but blush as the other bites down. He clears his throat, glancing away from Jax.

❝ ... I'll let you choose. ❞

He holds out his wrist and tilts his head, making sure both are on display.