Barclay moved in Ashton's slipstream, not particularly minding the way his dragon cut a path. One day, someone would have a problem and pick a fight, but this was not that day. Barclay even smirked at Ashton's reaction to that guy -- he wasn't sure, but was his dragon being that way simply because the guy was handsome?
Outside, the night was cold and quiet. There weren't any whispers. Here, in Sheffield centre, there were hardly and trees or plants nearby. Too much concrete and glass. Barclay found that he didn't mind it so much, even though he hadn't communed with his friends since he arrived in England. Family had a habit of taking up time. So did Ashton.
Barclay grinned. "You're always hungry." He started ticking off on his fingers. "Nearby, we've got Mickey D's, Burger King, KFC, the usual suspects. There's falafel and shawarma, and noodles... If you get it to go, we can go home soon." He winked at Ashton. "My mother's at her sister's. We could... have some fun, maybe?" Something fluttered in Barclay's stomach at that.