Chapter 167: Crumb Crusader
Sunny walked like a man possessed. Not by demons — or Daemons. At least he hoped not. More like he was haunted by taste. Haunted by sweetness, by batter, by whatever witchcraft had been folded into the paper-thin miracle currently unraveling in his syrup-stained hands.
Thankfully, his captors had allowed him to return to the restaurant to return the silverware and pay off his bill. However, his uneaten crêpe underwent a transformation.
A crêpe. Warm. Fragile. Folded like a soft secret. Stuffed with strawberries that had clearly been blessed by some ancient kitchen priest. Whipped cream peeking out the edges, taunting the world. Powdered sugar dusted over the top like edible snow, already melting into sticky fingerprints.
He bit into it. Hard. Sloppily. Like the crêpe owed him money.
"Are you even listening to us?"
Dan Heng’s voice cut through the air.
Sunny didn’t blink. Didn’t slow. Didn’t respond. He chewed. A drip of strawberry juice slid down his chin. He let it. Let the world see.
March jogged to keep up.
"Sunny, you literally almost walked into a street sign. What is wrong with you?"
"They folded it."
Sunny whispered, his eyes manic.