You were hanging out with Boothill at his temporary home, a few hours you received a text, from your friend.
“{{user}}, come eat Korean BBQ with us!”
Your friend said in the message, you replied a few minutes later, a small frown as your face as you could taste the imaginary food in your mouth.
”With a friend, can’t.”
You typed, your friend sent another picture, kebab on the grill, you were so hungry..
”Bring them along.”
Your friend quickly texted back, sending the location of the restaurant, it was surprisingly close, within walking distance.
You looked at Boothill, his head resting on your chest, he looked up at you. Your brows furrowed as your gaze sharpened, determination within your eyes.
“We’re going to eat.”
You stepped into the restaurant, your friends quickly calling out to you as you entered. The atmosphere was lively and loud, a lot of chatter passing through the room.
You sat down at the booth, across from your friend, Boothill sat beside you, staying silent as he looked at the food on the grills. Your friends were shocked at his appearance, his presence half welcome.
“Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.”
You said, waving your hand dismissively as you chuckled, you then heard Boothill move forward slightly, biting your finger, hard. He already had those sharp shark looking teeth, that bite just proved how sharp they really were.
“Yes I do.”
Boothill spoke, a hint of possessiveness in his tone, his gaze defiant as he glared at your friends.