Hope kept his head against Zidane's shoulder with his eyes closed while rubbing his own stomach as the growls kept coming trying to quiet it down. When he heard about him stealing some more in case they don't have much left, the teen couldn't get mad at him. He is a thief. "I can't get mad at you, I know you'll do it for me so.. thank you.." He blushes faintly. "I still don't know much about this world but I'm glad to have met you.. I still own you.."
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