“Y’know, in some cultures it’s considered the appropriate course of action t’kill a rude guest.” Yes he threatened him, and rightly so because it was a goddamn Saturday morning, and how the other male managed to find his discarded kitchen items in this ungodly mess of a room when they had a damn cafeteria he couldn’t fathom. He didn’t even have a stove or a fridge. But, he was up now, and unfortunately fully awake from the clatter. “You want food, just leave the damn room an’ follow your nose. Unless you can stop your literal bellyachin’ long enough for me t’put some fuckin’ clothes on.”
Leo had come up with something of a slop by mixing various flavors of chips all together in a bowl, then sprinkled into it some popcorn seasoning he found laying around along with some ketchup. At least he thought it was ketchup. He stared up at the grouch just before spooning a bite into his mouth. The threat didn’t even make him flinch. “I don’t have coin."
