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"Indeed," he murmured softly to Richard's question. Kor would share if he could call Richard something other than a one night stand. If he could call the red-head a friend, feel he could trust him not to spread it around. Kor wasn't exactly proud of his past. Not anymore, anyway. No one would be, given what he's been through. "Well, get your shoes on and let's go. I don't know how much they're going to be selling today." He wasn't rushing or pushing the other, but he really wanted those burritos.

Dating wasn't something Kor often did. In the past he couldn't date. It wasn't allowed, but he'd longed for more of a relationship than a trip to his bedroom and sneaking out. Even now that's what he wanted, but sometimes old habits died hard. That's not to say there was anything wrong with a one night stand, as long as you are both consenting adults and you take the proper precaution, but that didn't always happen. Kor was, and wasn't, looking for someone to settle down with, to start a family with, even if that family consisted of cats or dogs. He just wanted some stability in his life. Even his tattoo shop depended on how many of Destiny City's citizens wanted a tattoo. It wasn't always a steady stream of income.

But relationships could wait. He was only twenty-five, after all.

Kor pulled dreadlocks back into a ponytail before he tied one around, and actually used his own hair to keep it up. Fiddling with piercings and his gauges, he made she he was ready to go out for the day. With that done, he opened the door and ushered the man out into the morning sunlight and the warmth that came with it. Fall would be here soon, it was in the air, heavy like the scent of promised rain, or a fog that wouldn't quite lift. Glancing up at the blue sky, Kor squinted and kind of pursed his lips before scoffing.

"Okay, that whole recording thing was a joke but, uh... If we wanted to make one just for the two of us.." He turned to Richard and winked at him before going to unlock his car. "As for trusting my prognosis, good. I know good food. I mean, I don't dine at fancy places because I could probably cook that same meal in my home for a quarter of what they charge you,.. But I know good food." Despite being a smoker, he had a good pallet! Or so he liked to believe. Richard wouldn't remember tasting the spaghetti, but it had been good. Kor seasoned like a professional.

"They're the most delicious things this side of the earth, I promise," he murmured, chuckling a little. "As for gaining your interest... I may just sway my hips and have that, yeah?" He winked at the other man before watching the man quickly retreating into the car. Ah, he was prissy, but adorable. Kor could seriously grow fond of him. Humming out, he got into the car at a much lazier pace and buckled up. He reached for his sunglasses and put them on before looking over to Richard. He studied the red head. Slowly, he pulled his sunglasses off and slipped them on Richard's face before the car was started and he slowly backed out of his driveway.

"Long hair? You might look good with long enough hair to pull back into a small ponytail. Yea, I think that would suit you.." He smirked, Kor was picking up the conversation again and just took off down the road, knowing exactly where he was going. He'd only been to this place a million times before. "I mean, not hair as long as mine, but you'd definitely get some attention from the ladies if your hair was a bit longer. 's got a good thickness to it.."

Kor shrugged a little more and glanced over to the side, watching his reaction. "Just take it easy. You're probably still hurting because of your hangover."

"Delicate your pallet may be, friend, but I promise that you'll love these."

If Richard didn't like them, Kor was going to swear something was wrong with the other besides a headache. Greasy they might be, but the spice, the flavors? Kor wasn't a big cook, but he knew good food when he ate it. As Kor drove, he glanced at the red head that had melted into the seat and just smirked. One hand moved over to Richard's knee, squeezing it and patting softly. "Later. It's always later with you." He was half teasing and half whining a little. "You know you want to put your hands on my hips and let me take you around the dance floor again." His green eyes were lit up with mischief.

"Anyway.. My dreads aren't actually flowing. They're kind of stiff because, you know, they're dreads.. You only think you'd take the attention off of me. I got the whole mysterious thing going for me. The bad boy with the ripped up clothes and tattoos, piercings. All the ladies want to get to know me."

Not actually true. A lot of women didn't go near him because a face full of metal was intimidating. Or that his tattoos were. Or he was. Or it was a combination of all of it plus his height. Whatever. Either way, he still managed to have a small selection of women, and men, who were interested in getting to know him better. Kor's eyes went back to the road and he hummed as he turned a corner, heading towards the tattoo parlor. "I work... there. Eight and Half." He murmured, jerking his head to the left. "And the food is right up here." In front of them was a few food trucks just parked on the side of the road. There was already a small crowd gathering around them and he sighed.

"I really don't need both hands. However, I don't.. think I'm that flexible. Otherwise I would give you my other foot, you know?" Kor hummed as he thought about it and just laughed. "Though it'd look a little awkward. I mean.... It'd be my left foot since I drive with my right..." He hummed and shrugged. "So that means the one by the door. If I can somehow stretch myself over, you'd have my foot. For now.." He arched a brow and patted Richard's thigh again, squeezing.

And then he was compared to Hellraiser and Kor's brows went high into his hairline. "..I think that's a compliment. I'm taking that as a compliment." With a little hum, Kor shifted to park the car and nodded, looking over at the line and sighed. "You should stop by the shop sometime. Got a nice interior, too." And then Richard was side tracked by the long line for the trucks and Kor shrugged a little more. "Not all of the lines are for them, but the longest one probably is. I mean, the other trucks serve good food, but by far the burritos are the best." He shut the car off and just leaned back in the seat, eyeing the crowd.

He knew there'd be a crowd, but this was ridiculous. It was the longest he'd seen it and it caused him to frown quite a bit. "Damn it, I thought there wouldn't be this big of a line. Well, come on.." He got out of the car and went around to the passenger side, opening up the door and waited. "Let these people see your glorious red mane."

Oh, God, he was begging. Kor loved it when they begged, but usually under other circumstances. Humming softly, he nodded and sighed heavily, acting like he was put off by all this and just held up his hands. "Alright, alright. Twist my leg. I'll show you the shop after breakfast. We can eat in there, anyway. I've got some work to do before I can open it up. Gotta clean, inventory, paperwork, that kind of thing."

Kor just smirked at that. He took hold of Richard's hand and tugged him to the line. Cutting in line wasn't something he did because it just pissed people off, and that's not what he was looking to do. Luckily Richard seemed to be the exact way, as it was actually Richard who got on the proper line before him. At least he was eager! The tattooed man just grinned and licked at his bottom lip, tugging one of the rings into his mouth to worry it against his teeth, humming. "You realize, of course, this means I've got to check out your shop. I mean, c'mon, business trade or something. I bet I can sell some of your suckers in my shop for the parents who bring their kids, or just any late night birds who need a pick-me-up." He hummed as he spoke, putting an arm around Richard's shoulders now that he let go of the man's hand and hummed. "Or... Just let me get about a hundred dollars worth of M&Ms and Starbursts."

Child-like annoying was a good way of putting the begging, but it was rather charming when it was Richard doing it. Normally he wouldn't have given in so easy (or so he told himself, he was a huge push over). "It's called Eight and Half," he said with a wink before the helping comment came up. Those brows raised high and Kor couldn't help but give a chuckle and patted the other's shoulder a little bit. "Cute. You can do some paperwork, I guess. But you can't do too much because I've got a specific system. You won't like me when things aren't done right and I go all hulk on you." He poked Richard in the side and then stretched himself out a bit more.

He hadn't thought Richard was going to take him serious about the business venture idea, but he saw a look on red-head's face telling him Richard was taking it very seriously. Interesting. Chuckling a bit more, Kor stepped up in the line when it moved and just shrugged. "Hey, man, if that's what you want. I was just throwing it out there to be stupid. But if you think you could do something like that, I will not say no. I mean, I've only got a vending machine in my shop and it's not a lot to chose from." He hummed a little and Kor looked to the menu when they could finally see it before grinning. His favorite wasn't taken off yet. Good.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting a spicy burrito with jalapenos and some delicious spicy sausage, eggs.. a bit of gravy and some potatoes in it." His stomach growled as he talked and he reached down to pat it softly. Okay, so Kor was getting more and more hungry. Was it such a crime?

Making paperwork fun wasn't something Kor did because that could lead to distraction and that led up to messed up paperwork. He laughed a bit and just winked at Richard gain before pushing some of his bangs out of his face with his fingers. "Hulk out? Come on, I'm not like that, geeze." He gave the other a playful shove before pulling him in with an arm around his shoulder. He liked touching the other. Richard was soft and it was good. Of course, in Kor's line of work, you had to be very tactile, else you come off as a snob, and that was far from what the dark skinned man was.

When Richard mentioned sketching, Kor bobbed his head a bit and chewed on on of the metal loops in his lip. "Mmn. Sure, why not. 'f it's good enough I'll buy it from you. Some artists do that, bring me sketches they think I'll like. I'll buy a design for twenty every now and then, but I can be pretty picky, Richard. I hope you don't get offended if I turn you down. Though I could make it up to you in other ways.." He let that trail of, leaving it up to Richard's imagination how Kor would make it up to him. "But yes, business later. For now is the time for food and then prepping the shop for business today." It was finally their turn at the truck and Kor put in his own order before looking Richard over. He didn't seem like the kind to get spicy with food.

No, Richard was getting a normal breakfast burrito. Eggs, sausage, a bit of cheese, a bit of gravy, seasoned with salt and pepper, all wrapped up in a nice wheat tortilla that was warmed and all that was wrapped in a tinfoil packet. Then again, these burritos were huge, so they would only need one each. Without even thinking about it, Kor pulled his wallet out and paid for both and then told them to keep the change. From there, they would need to wait a little bit. "You can scratch my back any day, by the way. ...I mean literally. My back is kind of a hot spot, always itching." Kor laughed a bit, looking sheepish as he looked into the truck, watching them cook. He shifted a bit, tugging Richard in front of him so the red-head could see and he could speak directly into his ear. "See? You can even watch them. They don't mind."