Tonks watched pieces of the poor, discarded burger he had fall from his greasy lips as he chewed noisily. He'd not really bought this burger. In fact, he'd simply found this burger, lying there in all its' discarded greasiness.
He was perched atop of a trash bag inside the dumpster outside of Burger Place. If you hadn't guessed it already, it was a burger place. One that Tonks was fond of. They threw out so much perfectly good burger related food.
Carefully, he licked the juices off his fingers after finishing hisliterally, junk food. He was in the mood for hamburgers today. He asked Ace to grill some up, but he only got snapped at. Ace was a dang good cook - but he didn't make Burger Place burgers. No-one made them quite as good as Burger Place.
With all the grace of a blindfolded new-born giraffe on ice; the bloated, dirty, pale-haired, dead boy slipped out of the dumpster. He wiped the grease from his face off with his sle