Denny's

[thesearesocks]

It's late. Like, 3 AM late. You're hungry as fuck, but nothing is open.





Except Denny's.

RULES

1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why the hell you'd do this to yourself.
3. I don't think they have the Hobbit menu anymore, fuck. Maybe you should ask the waiter or something.

Comments

[watchesoverdream]

[Who let the Raven in? HE did. He has absolutely popped up out of no where, bounce stepping in behind a couple through the front door, and snuck his way to the back booth. He popped up on the seat beside Dream from below, and has his head peeked over the table, at the coffee cup.]

It's not going to drink itself.

[he says, looking curiously at the other]

[dreamlords]

I believe I saw a sign on the door that said 'no ravens.'

[ there was no such sign. ]

I'll drink it when I want to. Don't tell me you'd like a taste?

[watchesoverdream]

[His head ducked suddenly, wings puffing out a bit, as if he just dropped into a low stance.]

You did not. [He whispered, head turning to glance up at him, then... huffed.]

That was a joke. You just told a joke! [He chuckled, and settled there in the inner seat of the booth near him still.] Just don't point me out. I was stealthy. No one saw me. I didn't want them to. [clearly.]

[he did peek his head up again, almost seeming to sniff it.] I don't know. I used to like coffee? Now I don't feel like I want it. Smells good though.

[dreamlords]

I do not joke.

[ it might have been a joke. ]

It's bitter. But, it's warm enough, I suppose. What do you find yourself wanting now? Water?

[watchesoverdream]

[Can a bird squint? Because he is. He is so so judging for a slight moment, eyeing him.] Riiiiight. [He doesn't joke. HMM.]

Well... if it's too bitter... [Why yes, this is a Raven sneaking peeks around before jumping up on the edge of the table, and plucking up four sugar packets in his beak, and plopping them gracelessly to the table beside the cup.] These do wonders. [And then turned to return to his small hiding space on the booth seat next to him.]

Water is nice. I do like water. It's... splashy. Hmm, I never used to drink water. Ah, but, do you get cold, boss?

[dreamlords]

No. I don't get hot, I don't get cold.

[ he supposes he could make himself feel temperature if he wanted to do but it wasn't anything that he'd ever paid much attention to. that was more his sister's thing, enjoying the sights and sounds of the mortal world.

he picks up one of the sugar packets and gives it a shake, pouring it out not in the drink but on the table before he taps his finger against it. ]

Have some. You seem to need it more than I do.