"Token?" Cylde whined for the umpteenth time.
"What is it Cylde?" An extremely agitated Token said to his boyfriend.
"Do you have any food?" Clyde asked again.
"Yes we have spaghetti, watermelon, sweet and sour chicken, some ribs…" Token trailed off.
"I mean real food." Token raised an eyebrow and was debating on asking if Clyde was high.
"Real food that is real food." Clyde though was silent for a while and Token almost sighed in happiness.
"Token."
"What?"
"Do you have any food?"
"What do you consider food?"
"Tacos." Token then hit his head with the book he was reading. Figures Clyde wanted the one food they didn't have.
"Are you fucking kidding me!"
