mmmmmm a thing that i made cuz a fanfic i read
his feet slammed down on the floor, a wide grin on his face. his chest heaved for air, a burn in his lungs, gasping for breath that will never come.
"oh my god, for honks sakes..." he heard innit mumble behind him, "why do you have to be so slippery???"
he howled with laughter, chest burning as fire would roar, smoke suffocating him.
he turned the corner sharply, almost slipping on the grimy, gross, floor.
suddenly, he heard innits stomach grumble.
he raised a eyebrow, "say, innit, have you eaten today?" he questions, words breathy and somewhat rushed.
"wha-?" the boy made a questioning noise, "no, i guess not? why?"
he stopped abruptly, turning to the boy, he quickly reached into his pocket, matches, some honk-ing coins or something- oh! two sandwiches that he stole.
he grabbed one and threw it at innit.
the blonde made another questioning noise.
"eat, you honk-ing gremlin." he rolled his eyes and grabbed his own sandwich, he grimaced at the dirt and grime on his fingers.
innit looked down at the sandwich and sighed, he opened the plastic bag and took a bite, seeming pleasantly surprised at the tasty flavor.
wilbur leaned against the wall, he could see-even with the lack of light- that innit sat down.
they ate their sandwiches in a pleasant silence, just vibing.
"well," he began, wripping off the crumbs on his coat, "that was nice, but i've really gotten go." he grinned deviously, "bah-bye, innit!" his words echoed through the alleyway as he suddenly got up.
"wha-! hey! get back here!" innit called.
he laughed, his shoulders rising and falling dramatically. god, this was such a nice high.