‘ i fucking hate cornflakes. ‘ even pissed off, carter still manages to let out a laugh. he doesn’t know why he’s angry today. maybe it’s his dad complaining about how much more money his barely an adult son could bring in. or maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t gotten laid in weeks. he’ll lie and say it’s the second one. ‘ just woke up angry, man. you know how it is. ‘
head cants forward, the raise of his brows and thinning of disgruntled lip alone ensuring that he knows exactly what that’s like. he fishes in his back pocket for a moment before producing a crumpled up twenty. ❛ dude, snagged this from my old man’s wallet this mornin’. wanna grab a slice of pizza? ❜ less smack for his dad, more leftovers for his siblings. win-win!