"Supernatural has the most dead people"
"Homestuck has the most dead people"
eAT THEM ALL
"Want some more?"
Papers, papers, papers, papers… ugh, this was boring. Erasing Players was a lot less satisfying when she had to take notes and then send in reports about how the erasures occurred. Normally she’d breeze through to get it over with, but she was in a bad enough mood that it was hindering her concentration. Ugh, when was her food going to get here…? Maybe eating would help her focus…
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the waiter walking her way… only to jolt in surprise when she realized who, exactly, the waiter was. He was obviously just as surprised to see her, from the way he freaked out about seeing her.
“Freshmeat!?” she said, with the same amount of surprise. Not bothering to answer the question he’d asked of her, she loudly asked, “Since when do you work here!?”
"Been workin’ here for almost a year now," Beat huffed with a bit of pride in his voice. He enjoyed working with food, even if he was just waiting tables. Someday, he would be going to culinary school. And then he could learn how to make his own food, in ways that he liked! And hopefully others too.
Besides, he’d watched the Don prepare the noodles when there hadn’t been any customers at all, and Beat was pretty sure he could recreate them… maybe.
#THIEF WHY #UR A BRUISE ON THE TOMATO ON MY HEART
This is offensive. I am offended
of course I appreciate your true purpose.
To entertain me :D
Seeing Beat near Miyashita Park was one thing. But actually finding him passed out on a nearby park bench in the middle of the day was definitely not what Neku was expecting.
"—Uh?" Neku blinked down before jabbing Beat in the side. "Pretty sure this isn’t a bed, dude."
Beat looked up at Neku with grumpy look. “I was sleepin’, what d’you want…?” Beat said in annoyance.