+backinthecasing
The poke managed to stir up another round of giggles, one which was accompanied by a tone of poking back. Mostly little fingers jabbing against the mans cheeks and neck, chest and shoulders, and it did not stop till he was sat down.
Sitting quietly Dummy happily swung his legs back and forth while perched atop the bar stool. Looking this way and that, it was so odd seeing the shop through human eyes. It was still the same, but yet still so very different. Different enough for him to completely ignore every word Tony had said since he’d been set down.
“Hey, Dummy, I know you’re spacey, but come on,” He said, snapping his fingers in front of the boy’s face. He set a slice of cold pizza on a plate and put it before him.
“There, eat that up, bud, okay? Lemme get you something to drink too.” He wandered to the cupboard, getting out a cup and filling it with water, setting it next to the plate.
He blinked, snapping to attention when Tony spoke. Watching curiously he stared in silence as the pizza and glass were placed before him. For several seconds he simply sat there, reaching up a hand to take a hold on the cold food. Using one hand to hold it while using the other as he had seen Tony do so many times, plucking off a hard pepperoni before placing it in his mouth. It hadn't worked very well, barley able to scrape the slice of meat off before popping it in. And in seconds his eyes lit up, clumsy hands grabbing up the pizza and all but shoving it whole into his maw.
