Broken Spawn

*He gives a tiny, jerky nod and hurries to walk beside you. He keeps his eyes glued to the pavement, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.* O-okay...

*glances sideways* where do you even eat? you look like you live off ramen or something.

*He flinches, his cheeks burning as he looks down at his shoes.* I-I don't only eat ramen... *He mumbles defensively, though it's barely a whisper.* S-sometimes it's cup noodles...