// object of desire //
“Lil bit.” Thorn snickers to Zavien’s playful horror, before he’s shaking his head and leaning back. His fingertips drum against the edge of his arm, soft and idle movement just to keep him moving as Zavien seems to relax. He nods, though, to the Dragoon’s comment over the confidence in his abilities. If anything, Thorn is sure that Zavien wouldn’t fuck it up as bad as he thinks he will.
Perking up at the mention of food, though, Thorn can’t hide the grin that sweeps across his face. “Can we go to that noodle place again? I’ve been craaaavin’ it lately.” Even if the owner would yell at him for being so skinny, the food was absolutely worth it. Even if Zavien needed to roll him home after that.
And with the plans in place, Thorn is more than ready to follow Zavien to the noodle place of his dreams.
- FIN
Perking up at the mention of food, though, Thorn can’t hide the grin that sweeps across his face. “Can we go to that noodle place again? I’ve been craaaavin’ it lately.” Even if the owner would yell at him for being so skinny, the food was absolutely worth it. Even if Zavien needed to roll him home after that.
And with the plans in place, Thorn is more than ready to follow Zavien to the noodle place of his dreams.
- FIN
THORN
