“more than currency?” the teenagers head cocked to the side, a mild interest in his eyes. money was all that fueled lance – after all, it was the thing that kept him alive. he wasn’t exactly the most skilled at stealing food. 

“nah, only juvie and big city jail’s for the night. not great food in either.” a wry smile manged to make it’s way to lance’s lips, mildly amused by the information. “Really? Well, that’s good to know.”

           ^{❝ money can get you far, but eventually, the appeal of it wears off to the point that having it means nothing. ❞  then again, he could afford five star hotel’s rooms with the room below ten celsius, but that was ultimately besides the point,} 

❝—- i once spent a month in a cell in a small town due to the fact there was flooding and the bridge collapsed.  ❞

             ^{it wasn’t his best series of events  nor was it his worst, but it still was a complicated matter as he let out a grunt,} 

❝ —— for most cases, but then again, most food isn’t great — at least in most places.   ❞