[He knits his eyebrows together at the question. Who asks that? It's a weird question, so he doesn't answer it. He doesn't think he's rich? He realizes he doesn't actually know. He knows it's not a waste, though. Mom would freak if he suggested they eat something he caught in one of his traps.
As for his pants...]
I do too care. [But that's as much as he feels like explaining himself to this lady. She's been mean to him.
He heads over to the patio just outside the back door and finds a chunk of loose brick along the grass. He sits down, rolls up his pantleg, and roughly scrapes the chunk against his knee. After a few passes, he starts to bleed. Perfect.]
cw: self harm
As for his pants...]
I do too care. [But that's as much as he feels like explaining himself to this lady. She's been mean to him.
He heads over to the patio just outside the back door and finds a chunk of loose brick along the grass. He sits down, rolls up his pantleg, and roughly scrapes the chunk against his knee. After a few passes, he starts to bleed. Perfect.]