it wasn’t every day that ash forgot to eat but it was becoming more and more common again. usually he had something lying around that he could pick at, ice cream or cereal or a cauldron cake he bought awhile ago. he wasn’t sure if there was anything in them that could go bad, but if there was, it was probably long since spoiled. it was the only reason he left his apartment that day, a marker tucked behind his ear so he could update his to do list; his arms were currently covered in ink, like drink water and eat.
well, the water part probably wasn’t going to be happening today but he’d at least made it downstairs from his flat and into the leaky cauldron. it was pretty busy and he had trouble finding a table, and that’s with the fact that he knew about all the ones that people avoided for various reasons: the legs were uneven or the wood in the chairs were splintering. it took him a minute but he managed to snag a table and when he did, he noticed an familiar face, looking for someplace to sit. “you can join me,” he called over the quite din. “plenty of room.”
