Nero grunts. “Can I keep these?” “Fuck no.” I open and close my hand in a gimme gesture. “Your slender little fingers don’t even fill it out properly.” King snorts. “Slender?” Nero rears back, offended. “Just because I don’t have big-ass sausage fingers doesn’t mean mine are slender. You fat fuck.” King laughs this time. I just shake my head. “Jealousy is an ugly color on you, Nero.” I’m far from fat, and Nero is far from little, but I’m the thickest guy here.
I’m LIVING for the bickering
