Rockson, perched on his seat like a roosting bird with a bucket of chicken clutched tight in one hand, flashed a toothy grin the moment Elius sat down.
His round glasses were slightly fogged from the heat of the crispy chicken steaming up against his face, and a speck of grease dotted the corner of his mouth.
He reached inside the bucket and pulled out a drumstick, holding it out like an offering to a deity.
"Hey, want one again?"
Elius blinked. "Thanks, not this time cause I already ate."
"Man," Rockson said, taking a huge bite, crunching through bone like it was a wafer, "What, you don't like chicken anymore?"
Elius was speechless, didn't I tell you already? But well, he would just repeat himself.
"I like it. Just not now," Elius he as he eased into the seat beside him.
Rockson smirked as he chewed, licking his fingers exaggeratedly. "Mmm, more for me then. Anyway…"
