Two pounds of pork sausage. It would hardly be enough for four men, but they would be thankful, they always were, perhaps even they managed to get a little food themselves. Ash'eny smiled to himself as he moved into the alley, and as he expected, three homeless sat there, chuckling over stories they told, reminiscing about things they never really experienced, but for the hell of it pretended they did. Each of them looked up at Ash'eny and smiled, one of them giving some sort of garbled holler in triumph that turned into a fit of coughing. "It's not much, two pounds. Half a pound each shouldn't be too bad right?" Ash'eny slowly took a place within the four man circle, sitting on the ground. He took out his eating knife and slowly carved the two separate chunks of pork into four, very closely sized portions. As each was handed out to the others, they took it gratefully, but did not bother to breathe before starting to bite straight into the meat. They were, without a doubt, hungrier than Ash'eny himself. He ate slowly, taking his knife and carving off mouthfuls at a time, until it was finished. |