Floyd doesn’t even bother whining. He just clenches his jaw and makes another grab for it, this time maneuvering in such a way he ends up standing at his brother’s other side on the street. “Don’t care,” he grumbles. He doesn’t even care if whatever’s in there keeps his throat numb for hours. He just wants to sink his teeth into something!

“How much farther is this place anyway? It can’t be that worth the cash…” Ugh, he does sound stupid with this numb tongue now.