his own smirk growing on his lips, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
β thatβs hardly earning anything, at least i would say. β
leave it to him of all people to lecture β though, it felt much more like a debate than anything. it was much more fun this way. ( ++ )
eyes trailing behind calloused fingertips as they stole * what measly he had managed to grow under trampled soil .
β i would think with an ego as big as yours seems to be. . β
a pause to pluck his own spoils into his hand,
β you wouldnβt stoop to stealing ( ++ )
β good thing you didnβt run into anyone you know . β
the vegetables were pathetic. hard to grow and hard to harvest when theyβre trampled by mindless walkers and terrified people .
green eyes scanned the other over . a blend of judgement and a lack of amusement held in (++)