The laugh that came at Crispin's words shot out of his throat more like a scream. He wasn't expecting to hear a dick joke right off the bat but he appreciated it. But he had to admit that the fact the two could cut the shit and get right to the crude remarks was refreshing. Most people seemed so appalled by such gestures. His eyes fell on the Dugtrio ring toss game as he let out an exhale from his nose.

"What kinda dicks are you looking at, Cris?" he asked with a cocked brow. "Let's go get some food and drinks, since you seem so thirsty right now."

His latter statement was met with a sneer. An attempt to egg on his partner. While Topher himself would've gladly sucked the soul out of Crispin, he figured he'd give it some time. They were there to enjoy the carnival, bonus in enjoying the day off from work. Topher stretched his arms above his head as his joints gave a loud crack. His shirt lifted up slightly to show his midriff.

One of the stands had fresh cut fries, and if Topher knew anything, he knew that carnival fries were top tier. But he caught Crispin's vibe and decided he'd eagerly push Neuf just a bit more. For now, he sufficed for a deep-fried banana. Once they offered it to him and he paid, Trois had no qualms of maintaining eye contact with the assassin as he brought the treat to his lips and drew his tongue against the tip of the banana. A swirl of his tongue before he parted his lips to fit the girth of the banana a bit better. Inch by inch, he took the treat into his mouth before it disappeared.

It took him a few moments since he'd made the bold decision to shove the whole thing in his mouth, but after he managed to chew it down, Topher swallowed the dessert and flashed a look of surprise at Crispin.

"Hey, that thing actually wasn't bad. It probably would've been better with some hot fudge or vanilla frosting."

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