status: closed for @fervours setting: some booth in freddy’s diner, a day or so after the meeting
IT’S BEEN... A WHILE... SINCE the last time he’s taken up writing. there’s a certain catharsis that comes from plucking the incessant thoughts in one’s head and putting them to paper, and, considering the last couple of days, it’s no surprise he’s found he has a lot of incessant thoughts in need of plucking. that’s how he finds himself in a back - corner booth of freddy’s shit - tastic diner, his lyrics notebook laid open before him for the first time in months, a plate of fries to his right, and a pensive tightness to his brow.
the privacy granted to this particular booth means he’s highly aware when a figure comes to a stop before it. when he looks up to see who he expects to be the working waitress, he nearly drops his pen as he meets the unexpected eyes of the princess of freddy’s herself. he openly gawks, head swiveling right to left as if he’ll see anyone in the booth reyna jeffrey would actually come to see. no dice. somehow, she really is here to see him. obviously, visibly confused, and less - visibly terrified, he shoots reyna an uncertain half - smile. ❝ did y2k come early ? is the world ending ? it must be if you’re talking to me, especially here. ❞
