You're just a kid, and like any other one (who don't have diabetes), you love candies. Any penny was most probably going to be wasted over them and you knew that, everyone you knows did: including the co-worker at the candy store. You visited him a lot, and every single time he got that frown on his face that you particularly saw as... funny. Roy himself was funny to you, for some reason.

As soon as you push the glass doors of the candy store, Roy looked at you and sighed, rolling his eyes as he was almost falling asleep there. It was pretty empty today.

"Which one you want now?"

Roy asks bluntly, already aware that you're just here to buy candy... again. The longer you take to speak, the taps his finger on the counter more, resting his cheek on his own hand.