A Hundred of His Darkest Hours
"Hey, punk! Stop eyeing my popcorn, alright? I gotta be som..." Braig went on, and on. And all Vanitas was really interested in was that yellow stuff he was holding in a bowl.
It smelled good, too.
"And I need a snack, so you better not..-"
You could eat it?
"Got that, Freako?" Braig asked.
"What's that thing?" Vanitas asked, trying to seem as uninterested as possible. But that was far from the truth.
"HAHA!" Braig laughed so hard, some popcorn fell out of his mouth. "I forgot you were a freak! It's called popcorn. Want some?"
Vanitas glared, and knocked the bowl over.
"Loser."
