Re: Exterior: a rest stop, desert.
"Maybe they do. Not me, not right now. And even if I did, I wouldn't like them." The generous lips twisted, glistening a little as he wet his mouth with the flat of his teeth. He laughed at the boy's skepticism, and watched him chew at his fingers, also a kind of hunger, and so deliciously did he approve bad habits in just that way. Be thoughtless. Be hungry. Wish on stars wishes that could never be. Chew your nails.
Famine met the judgmental, suspicious gaze with total innocence. Amused by the boy's apparent hostility, Famine found it funny that anyone would be worried about leetle ol him. Look at the new shoes, how harmless they are. Squeak squeak. And his dainty wrist as he rubbed the back of it under his elbow, warding off chills of new pleasure. The food, the food was coming!
True, he forgot to order.
"No, no, I wasn't being vague. I meant it. I really did. I'd like to be your kind of stranger. I can tell you're..." Another shiver. "Discerning." He leaned forward to emphasize his point, only breaking off the intense scrutiny when the soda arrived. His angled shoulders rotated entirely on the grotesque top of his waistline, the child's toy pinwheeling around. He stared at the sweaty gasp and watched the boy drink with frank, avid attention. The pale eyes traced his throat as the tender throat gulped.