Greyson walked into Mandyās Diner after decided he was tired of looking at the same four walls of his hotel room. Seeing the sign that readĀ āsit yourselfā Greyson made his way to the front bar of the diner. He was picky about his food and wanted to watch it get made, so he wanted to be near the kitchen. He placed his jacket over the chair and took a seat.Ā āSo,ā he said looking at the menu and talking to whom ever could hear,Ā āwhatās good to eat here? I havenāt been here yet. Iām starving, so something fulfilling would be good.āĀ
Flynn really should have gotten a better job. Customers were rude and he didnāt have the temperament for that kind of thing. Even today, on a good day, he was irritated at anyone who walked in the door.Ā āFulfilling? Probably should check out our burgers. They fill you up and cut your life in half with just the grease.ā He was probably gonna get fired one of these days.
āoh, for gods sake. i can smell that from here and its absolutely disgusting.ā
Flynn didnāt even bother trying to fight off his grin as he placed the food in front of a kind of confused customer. Without saying another word, he turned to Lyanna, approaching her table.Ā āThey think theyāre being innovative, but theyāre really not.ā
*Ā· ā,.- Raven had found herself a job now - she was not happy about it, but simply needed it to survive - and it was already starting not so great from how it looked.Ā āNope. I am actually your new co-worker. What the Hell do you have there, though? Does not smell like something anyone should eatā¦.ā
āTeriyaki shrimp, like I just said,ā Flynn replied, turning to actually look at the girl. She looked capable, but if she wound up being an idiot like the last hire, heād definitely scream.Ā āAm I training you?ā Itād be nice for a heads up on something like that, but whatever.
āAh ha!ā Skylar clicked the arcade stick to the right, fingers quickly hitting the sequence of buttons she needed to preform the ultimate combo. āTake that mother fucker! Maximum ownage!ā
āOwnage? What is this, 2012?ā Flynn would like to point out that he wasnāt eavesdropping. He was several consoles over, playing a completely different game, and she was loud. And annoying. And- Ownage? The only thing that could have been worse was if she said pwnage.
āBeing in a car for sixteen hours straight can really make a guy have to pee. Tell me you guys have a gas station around here. Or even a Taco Bell with a toilet. Really, Iāll take any store that doesnāt have some crusty old lady glaring up at me like she thinks Iām going to steal her bathroom key. Relax, grandma, itās attached to a fucking knitting needle, Iām not taking it. Sorry, what was I saying? Right, bathroom. Does this town have one?ā
Flynn watched the boy for a minute, trying to decide if that weird ramble was even worth responding to. He didnāt seem boring, but a couple well-placed fucks didnāt instantly make Flynn excited to talk to someone.Ā āNope. An entire town without bathrooms. Imagine the kind of shitstorm that would cause-ā Flynn laughed. āLiterally.ā
Being a waiter was probably a terrible idea, especially when the dinner special was something as disgusting as,Ā āYou must be the one who ordered the-ā his nose wrinkled,ā-Teriyaki Shrimp.ā Gross.
I almost never do this, but like this if you want a connection/plot with one of my characters. Comment a specific character if you wanna get specific, or we can just randomize it aye
Idk what is it (probs bcos Iāve been super busy over the past few days) but I feel burnt out and have very little muse. Writing that one self-para felt like suuuch a chore even though itās been one Iāve been excited for! So Iām gonna draft all my lengthier replies and cry a little and try to get through to some of my shorter ones. I may leave for the night, or I may camp on a character that just gives me a lil spark. Weāll see how I feel, but apologies in advance!
stella looked up at her mother sadly.Ā āiā¦i donāt know. maybe yesterday?ā she answered. she honestly was having trouble knowing how long she had just been sitting there before theyād come in. she wasnāt cold but she let her mother go get the blankets. she couldnāt feel much of anything. she closed her eyes briefly and took a deep, shaky breath as flynn ran his fingers through her hair. he knew that calmed her. and he was still her rock.Ā āiām glad youāre here,ā she breathed as the puppy nudged her hand.
estelle pressed her lips together. it was almost noon. that was no good.Ā āiāll make you whatever you want, okay?ā she told her gently, worried laced into her tone. estelle was soon back with a bundle of blankets, she wrapped one around stella gently. she glanced at flynn, wondering if just maybe he knew what to do. he always knew stella the best. but she instantly felt guilty, she shouldnāt be counting on him when she should be comforting her child.Ā
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āIāll always be here,ā Flynn said, continuing to thread his fingers through her hair. This wouldnāt suddenly make it okay, it wouldnāt make her feel better or bring Matt back, but itād do the trick for right now and thatās what Flynn was focusing on. When his mom returned, he looked up at her and mouthed,Ā āChicken and dumplings.ā It was Stellaās favorite food and could cheer her up more than anything else. At the very least, itād be the dish sheād be most likely to eat right now.
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