Outfit
Technically Hunter Hopper had been clearance to drive again after a few days following his concussion. However, he still didn't feel the best, and putting other drivers at risk wasn't his forte, so he'd been hoofin' it since. Not that Hunter left his apartment often, naturally a shut-in as well as being busy with his work, it was easy to say Hunter didn't need to go many places. Food and marijuana, were probably the ONLY exception to this hermit rule, Hunter could only go so long without food (and pot).
Tonight was a simple food run, a desire to tame the ever-building munchies that seemed to evolve every time he partook in recreational smoking. This kid ordered WAY too much food but was very pleased with his choices as he walked out of the park, heading down the long side walk that would eventually lead him back home.
Having a park dedicated to food trucks so close to your apartment was DANGEROUS, with so many options, even for someone who ate strictly vegetarian!
Hands balancing the feast of the night: vegan-monster-style fries, veggie burrito, fried plantains, an entire bag of fresh pupusas, sweet elotes, AND spicy elotes, Hunter couldn't help but snack. Trying to eat some of his fries while walking was no easy task as he couldn't use his hands, he was just shuffling and tipping the container upwards to roll messy fries into his mouth.
Of course, things would not end well for those who could not wait, as he tilted the container of fries up again, the elotes that were wrapped in tinfoil, slipped from under his arm and began to roll into the street. His natural reaction was to chase them, running into the street with little regard for his surroundings.
MY ELOTES!