Phoenix Maplewood i hate the air he breathes

“well hate to break it to you, but i don’t do manners,” he scoffed. as if that wasn’t obvious enough. he respected no one but himself these days. “especially for randos who wanna mouth off right when they see me. so don’t expect me to-”

he was cut off by the sound of his stomach growing, quite loudly too. the man hunched over himself slightly and grumbled in return. he looked away from the girl now as if nothing happened. she didn’t need to know he was starved out of his mind.