when: october 11th where: full moon diner who: @ambiguousinnocence / closed starter
while he has his own little pocket of decadence in the city, there’s something of a habit forming. after all, the best way to find out what whispers were winding their way through the streets was to set foot upon them. one place, no matter the breadth of clientele it housed, couldn’t contain all of the secrets of fabletown. and the only way to truly - hear - them... was to make sure you were - listening.
so those polished boots pick up grime from the asphalt. catch the leaking oil that gathers slick and rainbow reflective on the surface of filthy pools, glimmering in the shimmer of streetlights, flicking on in the nigh dusk. wonderland would be waking soon, but it’s not quite late enough to emerge from it’s daytime slumber to tempt those who preferred to move in the shade into it’s tantalising depths. which is why, he has time - makes the time - to wander. to watch. to... listen.
and on the periphery, a neon sign, a place where those tongues wag so freely, catching up on the most salacious chatter of the day, the juicy gossip, a churning wheel of rumour mill... the diner wasn’t exactly the deepest set den of debauchery in town, but it was quite often buzzing, thrumming with those little tidbits, snippets, loose threads just ripe for someone to snag between their fingertips and -- unravel.
he’s not exactly expecting to run into anyone familiar. he’s not exactly expecting not to. expectations were things that tended to happen to other people. however -- the face that’s espied does present a small opportunity to perhaps have a small word of his own with the - lost boy.
❝ peter, dear boy... ❞
his voice is low enough not to carry, spoken with the tone of someone greeting an old friend. though likely neither is under any illusion that that’s the case. it’s just a notional show for the - mundanes- scattered at tables. for the gaggle of mid teen girls engrossed in showing each other their instagram stories over a collective milkshake, while not entirely discretely flashing rather less innocent glances at the ‘college boy’ he’s addressing. for the obvious awkward first date sitting at a table to one side - he’s sure one of the men in the ‘uncomfortable-couple’ is something of a regular in the clientele at wonderland.
there’s a smile to accompany the words. for now.
❝ ...a moment of your time if you wouldn’t mind. ❞
