[ They're the very latest in Victorian hobo fashion! Don't diss. He doesn't really need socks.... also because with his new lifestyle he wears regular socks out so fast he may as well be burning money or wearing holes anyway...

Allen, however, might... he might, at the offer—at so many offers and invitations so rapid fire he can barely keep them straight...

He might seem a little overwhelmed. And staring at Shino as if not certain he's real or not. Fairy godmother, maybe. Did he actually die, is this heaven? ]

I— [ might faint because that's reminding him how hungry he actually is. Or be moved to tears by how kind that is. ]

I don't really need them, like this... [ Right, the socks. He looks a little sheepish and wiggles his toes. ]

I don't know though. [ Hesitant and looking like he wants to say yes so badly—he doesn't, and it kills him to say that. But it also kills him to feel like he's getting something he hasn't earned, especially when he already technically feels in debt to this person. He's itinerant but he's not a bum, he earns his keep.

Also Shino has no idea just what he's getting into with that offer. ]

I really wouldn't want to impose when you've already been so kind—

[ The piercing growl interrupting him would be his stomach. It sounds like he has five. ]