That's... very noble of you, thank you. [ Now he felt even worse for imposing as he tips his head, trying to hide any heat from rising to it. Not just out of embarrassment, there was also that underlying overwhelming unexplainable desire to just have anything in his mouth at this point. With a nervous haste, he takes the initiative to lead them back towards some of the other food stalls, looking specifically for another popsicle, but he thinks he'd settle for a lollipop. Many have completely sold out of their wares by this time, but, patience and two pairs of eyes will find something.

That feeling gets so bad at one point he literally shoves his own index finger past his lips the moment he thinks Raph is distracted and not paying attention. His tongue lathers over his own finger and he sucks, trying very hard to not whimper at himself. It satiates momentarily enough, but all he can think of is how he really wished he had something else bigger and more filling in his mouth instead.

What is wrong with you, Brickston?

If (read: inevitably) when he gets caught he'll try to play it off coolly, as if he was innocently biting a nuisance hangnail off then will banish his hand to his coat pocket. Totally normal! ]

I have no issues repaying this kindness, by the way... be it monetary or in the form of a favor. Have you a name?