Starter for: @seraphxphantasms
“Wayne?” The man echoed Devi in his response, still shining the brim of one of his mugs. Typically he wasn’t supposed to just disclose information about his customers on a whim, but the way Devi sulked in all despondent and defeated managed to yank at his weakened heart strings.
“... Yeah, I know him. One of my few regulars, actually. I typically don’t see much of him; most of the time he’ll buy his booze and scutter on out. Sometimes he’ll stay and chat, though. Not the most jolly or flattering talks, mind you, but it’s better than just watching him march in and out of here like a fuckin’ zombie.” Finishing up the glass he was working on, Ash slid it across the counter in place of a one still covered in suds and water.











