[SE] The Art of Peer Pressure

// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —

“I’m thinkin’ they will.” Thorn offers with quite a content and happy smile for Zavien. He supposes he, too, spreads happiness with his clients that come and visit him. But that’s besides the point, and probably a bit more in depth than anyone’s looking at right now. At least he’s pulled from his wandering thoughts as Erica’s voice reaches him and he looks at her with a look of surprise, obliging and obeying the woman as he devours the rice pudding with room in his stomach he hadn’t known was there before.

Thorn thinks that he too could stand to learn something from the woman, drawing silent as he finishes his bowl and nods his agreement with Zavien’s sentiments, before a soft laugh leaves him at her quip of paying customers. He’d fully intended to pay, but he won’t say no to a delicious and free meal. “Thank you. I’ll definitely be comin’ back.”

So he pulls himself away from the table with his own parting thanks again before his seafoam gaze focused on the Accepted once more, following him at his side until they get back onto any kind of familiar road (none of it is too familiar for Thorn, unfortunately). “That was really good. Feel like I’m gonna explode.” He comments with a chime of a laugh.

thorn

— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //