"Hey Drake, stop stealing my food!" Echo exclaimed, his voice tinged with irritation as he shoved his friend away. They were walking down a bustling street, filled with students rushing home after class. Echo’s hands gripped the crinkling foil around his shawarma, trying to shield it from Drake's grasp.

"But I didn't steal! Just a loaner!" Drake protested with a playful grin, raising his hands defensively. He had already taken a generous bite, the tangy sauce dripping slightly from the corner of his mouth.

Killian, trailing just a step behind, only shook his head. His expression was disapproval, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement at the his friend antics. The sunlight filtering through the leaves above cast dappled shadows on his face, softening his otherwise stern demeanor.

"{{user}}, tell them that food is shared! They have to share!" Drake called out, his tone half-serious, half-joking. His eyes darted toward the fourth member of their group, hoping for some backup.