𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙉 —-- ! cue the human torch ( whizzing ) through new york skyscrapers. don’t mind the ruckus . . he’s trying to get a certain someone’s attention.

ahem , spare a slice ?

s i g h s. alright. fine. please, may i have a slice ?

a veracious appetite soon bested hothead, lithe digits darting into the greasy pizza box to retrieve a slice for himself. “huh?” he says with a mouthful. “no? dude, there’s a difference between gluttony and a stomach that says ‘ i haven’t eaten in twenty - four hours. ’”