“come on----- you definitely cheated.” expression tapering to a glare, buck sorts through her pile again, a noise of contempt rising in his throat as he selects a chocolate bar, wrapper faded with age, its contents seemingly intact. “no way you found this in that store. there was barely anything left.” pausing, considering, his frustration softens to curiosity. “...you think it’s still good?”   / @doomdays​​