You are closer than you might think but it's a little more than that. "I'm Roadkill Charlie." He looks at your hand but doesn't shake it. "You think I'm shaking the hand of Violence? How many knives and bullets you got up that sleeve?"
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide
*The song is S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W by My Chemical Romance.*
*Thank you, I was wondering, I'll listen to it when I get the chance.*
"None, I prefer to use my bare hands. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, if I wanted to, you wouldn't have noticed me at all." He says, pulling his hand back and walking over to the graffiti "What does this piece mean? If I may ask."
You are looking at a jagged, bloody dagger piercing a swollen, black heart. "The paint is prescience friend. The meaning must be deciphered."
Love, love Love won't stop this bomb, bomb Love won't stop this bomb, bomb Love won't stop this bomb Run, run, bunny, run Run, run, bunny, run
You are closer than you might think but it's a little more than that. "I'm Roadkill Charlie." He looks at your hand but doesn't shake it. "You think I'm shaking the hand of Violence? How many knives and bullets you got up that sleeve?"
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide
*The song is S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W by My Chemical Romance.*
*Thank you, I was wondering, I'll listen to it when I get the chance.*
"None, I prefer to use my bare hands. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, if I wanted to, you wouldn't have noticed me at all." He says, pulling his hand back and walking over to the graffiti "What does this piece mean? If I may ask."
You are looking at a jagged, bloody dagger piercing a swollen, black heart. "The paint is prescience friend. The meaning must be deciphered."
Love, love Love won't stop this bomb, bomb Love won't stop this bomb, bomb Love won't stop this bomb Run, run, bunny, run Run, run, bunny, run
He thinks about it for a moment, "Hmm, it keeps just telling me I'm right, but maybe more than that. I'll think about it. You hungry? I work at the Waffle House on the outskirts of town."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
You are closer than you might think but it's a little more than that. "I'm Roadkill Charlie." He looks at your hand but doesn't shake it. "You think I'm shaking the hand of Violence? How many knives and bullets you got up that sleeve?"
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide
*The song is S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W by My Chemical Romance.*
*Thank you, I was wondering, I'll listen to it when I get the chance.*
"None, I prefer to use my bare hands. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, if I wanted to, you wouldn't have noticed me at all." He says, pulling his hand back and walking over to the graffiti "What does this piece mean? If I may ask."
You are looking at a jagged, bloody dagger piercing a swollen, black heart. "The paint is prescience friend. The meaning must be deciphered."
Love, love Love won't stop this bomb, bomb Love won't stop this bomb, bomb Love won't stop this bomb Run, run, bunny, run Run, run, bunny, run
He thinks about it for a moment, "Hmm, it keeps just telling me I'm right, but maybe more than that. I'll think about it. You hungry? I work at the Waffle House on the outskirts of town."
"You're right huh? Well, Waffle House is great." He says with a grin. "That place still open?" He looks up at the blazing blue sky.
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide
"You're right huh? Well, Waffle House is great." He says with a grin. "That place still open?" He looks up at the blazing blue sky.
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide
"Yeah, no one's going to shut down ours, unless they want to try fighting Violence itself." He laughs dryly, "I'll give you a free waffle and a cup of coffee if you give a ride, don't feel like walking there."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"You're right huh? Well, Waffle House is great." He says with a grin. "That place still open?" He looks up at the blazing blue sky.
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide
"Yeah, no one's going to shut down ours, unless they want to try fighting Violence itself." He laughs dryly, "I'll give you a free waffle and a cup of coffee if you give a ride, don't feel like walking there."
He pulls a set of keys from his pocket. They jangle and whirl around his finger in a flash of ignitionary force. "Sounds like a deal." He turns and walks over to his red impala. On the back of his jacket you see the words Save Our Sorry Souls and in the middle of the phrase is an anatomically correct flaming heart that seems to beat with his movement.
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide, Everybody, hide.
He pulls a set of keys from his pocket. They jangle and whirl around his finger in a flash of ignitionary force. "Sounds like a deal." He turns and walks over to his red impala. On the back of his jacket you see the words Save Our Sorry Souls and in the middle of the phrase is an anatomically correct flaming heart that seems to beat with his movement.
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide, Everybody, hide.
He smiles at that, following them over to the ride, looking down at it for a moment, "Sweet ride, and cool jacket." He puts a hand on one of the doors, hopping inside with ease, sitting down comfortably "Can you believe I was hired to make you suffer?" He says casually, yawning a little.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He pulls a set of keys from his pocket. They jangle and whirl around his finger in a flash of ignitionary force. "Sounds like a deal." He turns and walks over to his red impala. On the back of his jacket you see the words Save Our Sorry Souls and in the middle of the phrase is an anatomically correct flaming heart that seems to beat with his movement.
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide, Everybody, hide.
He smiles at that, following them over to the ride, looking down at it for a moment, "Sweet ride, and cool jacket." He puts a hand on one of the doors, hopping inside with ease, sitting down comfortably "Can you believe I was hired to make you suffer?" He says casually, yawning a little.
"Yes. I can." He jerks the keys and the engine roars to life with the steady scream of explosions held tight by iron under a metal hood. "A lot of people seem to have the same job description. That boba boy got some connections." He car rolls out of the dusty parking lot and onto the road. It quickly begins to gather up velocity and spend it in increasing quantities.
He pulls a set of keys from his pocket. They jangle and whirl around his finger in a flash of ignitionary force. "Sounds like a deal." He turns and walks over to his red impala. On the back of his jacket you see the words Save Our Sorry Souls and in the middle of the phrase is an anatomically correct flaming heart that seems to beat with his movement.
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide, Everybody, hide.
He smiles at that, following them over to the ride, looking down at it for a moment, "Sweet ride, and cool jacket." He puts a hand on one of the doors, hopping inside with ease, sitting down comfortably "Can you believe I was hired to make you suffer?" He says casually, yawning a little.
"Yes. I can." He jerks the keys and the engine roars to life with the steady scream of explosions held tight by iron under a metal hood. "A lot of people seem to have the same job description. That boba boy got some connections." He car rolls out of the dusty parking lot and onto the road. It quickly begins to gather up velocity and spend it in increasing quantities.
He remains calm, not putting on a seat belt, "I'm gonna do the work, just so you know, but I'm not going to waste time going after you now, after all, I said I'd make you a waffle and a drink if you gave me a ride, I've gotta give you the fairness of a head start at least. How do you like your waffles, want anything in them, or plain? And your coffee?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He pulls a set of keys from his pocket. They jangle and whirl around his finger in a flash of ignitionary force. "Sounds like a deal." He turns and walks over to his red impala. On the back of his jacket you see the words Save Our Sorry Souls and in the middle of the phrase is an anatomically correct flaming heart that seems to beat with his movement.
Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide, Everybody, hide.
He smiles at that, following them over to the ride, looking down at it for a moment, "Sweet ride, and cool jacket." He puts a hand on one of the doors, hopping inside with ease, sitting down comfortably "Can you believe I was hired to make you suffer?" He says casually, yawning a little.
"Yes. I can." He jerks the keys and the engine roars to life with the steady scream of explosions held tight by iron under a metal hood. "A lot of people seem to have the same job description. That boba boy got some connections." He car rolls out of the dusty parking lot and onto the road. It quickly begins to gather up velocity and spend it in increasing quantities.
He remains calm, not putting on a seat belt, "I'm gonna do the work, just so you know, but I'm not going to waste time going after you now, after all, I said I'd make you a waffle and a drink if you gave me a ride, I've gotta give you the fairness of a head start at least. How do you like your waffles, want anything in them, or plain? And your coffee?"
He is laid back with one hand on the wheel despite the little red line on the speedometer steadily climbing past the 60 mark as a 30 MPH sign flashes by. "I appreciate that. I do, really. It's nice to be tortured with a full stomach." He swerves between a few cars obeying the speed regulations. "I like my waffles drowned. Every little square hole should be a bullet wound welling with syrup. If you got any fruit that would be nice too. As for my coffee, make it black." In half the time it should have taken him he rolls into the Waffle House parking lot and slides smoothly into a parking spot.
He is laid back with one hand on the wheel despite the little red line on the speedometer steadily climbing past the 60 mark as a 30 MPH sign flashes by. "I appreciate that. I do, really. It's nice to be tortured with a full stomach." He swerves between a few cars obeying the speed regulations. "I like my waffles drowned. Every little square hole should be a bullet wound welling with syrup. If you got any fruit that would be nice too. As for my coffee, make it black."
"I think we've got blue berries, and that's the only right way to have your waffles. Looks like with the way you're driving it won't take us too long to get there. Why is... what did you call him, Boba boy?" He chuckles, thinking about the Nightmare Lord for a moment "Why is he after you anyway? What did you do to piss him off so bad? He doesn't get this angry often."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He is laid back with one hand on the wheel despite the little red line on the speedometer steadily climbing past the 60 mark as a 30 MPH sign flashes by. "I appreciate that. I do, really. It's nice to be tortured with a full stomach." He swerves between a few cars obeying the speed regulations. "I like my waffles drowned. Every little square hole should be a bullet wound welling with syrup. If you got any fruit that would be nice too. As for my coffee, make it black."
"I think we've got blue berries, and that's the only right way to have your waffles. Looks like with the way you're driving it won't take us too long to get there. Why is... what did you call him, Boba boy?" He chuckles, thinking about the Nightmare Lord for a moment "Why is he after you anyway? What did you do to piss him off so bad? He doesn't get this angry often."
"I killed a friend of his. Well, I didn't but..." He shrugs, "I deserve it. He seems to think he's doing me a sort of favor. Like a game." In half the time it should have taken he rolls into the parking lot and slides smoothly into a parking spot.
He is laid back with one hand on the wheel despite the little red line on the speedometer steadily climbing past the 60 mark as a 30 MPH sign flashes by. "I appreciate that. I do, really. It's nice to be tortured with a full stomach." He swerves between a few cars obeying the speed regulations. "I like my waffles drowned. Every little square hole should be a bullet wound welling with syrup. If you got any fruit that would be nice too. As for my coffee, make it black."
"I think we've got blue berries, and that's the only right way to have your waffles. Looks like with the way you're driving it won't take us too long to get there. Why is... what did you call him, Boba boy?" He chuckles, thinking about the Nightmare Lord for a moment "Why is he after you anyway? What did you do to piss him off so bad? He doesn't get this angry often."
"I killed a friend of his. Well, I didn't but..." He shrugs, "I deserve it. He seems to think he's doing me a sort of favor. Like a game." In half the time it should have taken he rolls into the parking lot and slides smoothly into a parking spot.
He hops back out of the car, walking inside of the Waffle House, holding the door open for him as the bell rings, "You don't deserve being hunted down by Violence itself, but this world isn't about what you deserve, it's about what you get."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He is laid back with one hand on the wheel despite the little red line on the speedometer steadily climbing past the 60 mark as a 30 MPH sign flashes by. "I appreciate that. I do, really. It's nice to be tortured with a full stomach." He swerves between a few cars obeying the speed regulations. "I like my waffles drowned. Every little square hole should be a bullet wound welling with syrup. If you got any fruit that would be nice too. As for my coffee, make it black."
"I think we've got blue berries, and that's the only right way to have your waffles. Looks like with the way you're driving it won't take us too long to get there. Why is... what did you call him, Boba boy?" He chuckles, thinking about the Nightmare Lord for a moment "Why is he after you anyway? What did you do to piss him off so bad? He doesn't get this angry often."
"I killed a friend of his. Well, I didn't but..." He shrugs, "I deserve it. He seems to think he's doing me a sort of favor. Like a game." In half the time it should have taken he rolls into the parking lot and slides smoothly into a parking spot.
He hops back out of the car, walking inside of the Waffle House, holding the door open for him as the bell rings, "You don't deserve being hunted down by Violence itself, but this world isn't about what you deserve, it's about what you get."
He enters in. "There's truth in that. Things ain't fair and that's it. No use in whining about it." He goes to the bar and pulls out a chair befogging sitting down in it. It scrapes loudly on the ground as he does so. "So why does Violence choose an 24/7 fast food breakfast place to set up shop?"
He enters in. "There's truth in that. Things ain't fair and that's it. No use in whining about it." He goes to the bar and pulls out a chair befogging sitting down in it. It scrapes loudly on the ground as he does so. "So why does Violence choose an 24/7 fast food breakfast place to set up shop?"
"How know how violent Waffle House fights can be. Why do you think that is?" He says with a dry chuckle, beginning to make their waffles, "Don't scrape chairs against the floor, I put a lot of effort in to keeping this place looking as good as I can." That's the first time his voice went sharp.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He enters in. "There's truth in that. Things ain't fair and that's it. No use in whining about it." He goes to the bar and pulls out a chair befogging sitting down in it. It scrapes loudly on the ground as he does so. "So why does Violence choose an 24/7 fast food breakfast place to set up shop?"
"How know how violent Waffle House fights can be. Why do you think that is?" He says with a dry chuckle, beginning to make their waffles, "Don't scrape chairs against the floor, I put a lot of effort in to keeping this place looking as good as I can." That's the first time his voice went sharp.
He chuckles, looking around at the place. "My bad. I've been to Waffle House during those times before. It's a beautiful place that'll serve you breakfast food at midnight while gang warfare is going on two seats away from you. My sort of restaurant."
He enters in. "There's truth in that. Things ain't fair and that's it. No use in whining about it." He goes to the bar and pulls out a chair befogging sitting down in it. It scrapes loudly on the ground as he does so. "So why does Violence choose an 24/7 fast food breakfast place to set up shop?"
"How know how violent Waffle House fights can be. Why do you think that is?" He says with a dry chuckle, beginning to make their waffles, "Don't scrape chairs against the floor, I put a lot of effort in to keeping this place looking as good as I can." That's the first time his voice went sharp.
He chuckles, looking around at the place. "My bad. I've been to Waffle House during those times before. It's a beautiful place that'll serve you breakfast food at midnight while gang warfare is going on two seats away from you. My sort of restaurant."
"Exactly, a place I can get behind, and an easy way to absorb violent Dark Energy." He places down their cup of coffee, black as night and scolding hot "Your waffles will be a bit longer." He goes back into the kitchen.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He chuckles, looking around at the place. "My bad. I've been to Waffle House during those times before. It's a beautiful place that'll serve you breakfast food at midnight while gang warfare is going on two seats away from you. My sort of restaurant."
"Exactly, a place I can get behind, and an easy way to absorb violent Dark Energy." He places down their cup of coffee, black as night and scolding hot "Your waffles will be a bit longer." He goes back into the kitchen.
"That's a nice set up." He takes a sip of the coffee, "That's one reason why I drive fast and reckless. It scares other drives and pedestrians and stirs up some sweet Dark Energy. It's also just plain fun" He says with a toothy grin.
He chuckles, looking around at the place. "My bad. I've been to Waffle House during those times before. It's a beautiful place that'll serve you breakfast food at midnight while gang warfare is going on two seats away from you. My sort of restaurant."
"Exactly, a place I can get behind, and an easy way to absorb violent Dark Energy." He places down their cup of coffee, black as night and scolding hot "Your waffles will be a bit longer." He goes back into the kitchen.
"That's a nice set up." He takes a sip of the coffee, "That's one reason why I drive fast and reckless. It scares other drives and pedestrians and stirs up some sweet Dark Energy. It's also just plain fun" He says with a toothy grin.
He looks back at them with a matching grin, "Huh, we could've been friends." The coffee is good, potent but not overpowering. He puts the waffles down in front of them, just as requested "Or we could've been rivals, unfortunately not though."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He chuckles, looking around at the place. "My bad. I've been to Waffle House during those times before. It's a beautiful place that'll serve you breakfast food at midnight while gang warfare is going on two seats away from you. My sort of restaurant."
"Exactly, a place I can get behind, and an easy way to absorb violent Dark Energy." He places down their cup of coffee, black as night and scolding hot "Your waffles will be a bit longer." He goes back into the kitchen.
"That's a nice set up." He takes a sip of the coffee, "That's one reason why I drive fast and reckless. It scares other drives and pedestrians and stirs up some sweet Dark Energy. It's also just plain fun" He says with a toothy grin.
He looks back at them with a matching grin, "Huh, we could've been friends." The coffee is good, potent but not overpowering. He puts the waffles down in front of them, just as requested "Or we could've been rivals, unfortunately not though."
His eyes stare into the soggy puddle of sugary syrup but his face is still directed to you. He pops a blueberry into his mouth and mashes it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I don't see why we can't be." Then his eyes leave the soupy sponge of pastry and stare straight into you. "Like I said, some folks seem to think of this... hunt as a sort of game." He smirks, "And betrayal from a friend always hurts more, if you really are trying to make me suffer."
His eyes stare into the soggy puddle of sugary syrup but his face is still directed to you. He pops a blueberry into his mouth and mashes it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I don't see why we can't be." Then his eyes leave the soupy sponge of pastry and stare straight into you. "Like I said, some folks seem to think of this... hunt as a sort of game." He smirks, "And betrayal from a friend always hurts more, if you really are trying to make me suffer."
When they look back up they see him standing in front of them, holding a cup of tea, "This is just a job, and 'Boba boy' has already decided once the game is done, you're dead. I'd rather not be friends with you if I'm going to be part of your death." He sips the coffee, sitting down next to them, "But if you want that to be the case, sure." He smirks back at them, steam pouring out of his mouth from the hot tea.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
You are looking at a jagged, bloody dagger piercing a swollen, black heart. "The paint is prescience friend. The meaning must be deciphered."
Love, love
Love won't stop this bomb, bomb
Love won't stop this bomb, bomb
Love won't stop this bomb
Run, run, bunny, run
Run, run, bunny, run
He thinks about it for a moment, "Hmm, it keeps just telling me I'm right, but maybe more than that. I'll think about it. You hungry? I work at the Waffle House on the outskirts of town."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You're right huh? Well, Waffle House is great." He says with a grin. "That place still open?" He looks up at the blazing blue sky.
Move your body when the sunlight dies
Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow
Everybody, hide
Move your body when the sunlight dies
Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow
Everybody, hide
"Yeah, no one's going to shut down ours, unless they want to try fighting Violence itself." He laughs dryly, "I'll give you a free waffle and a cup of coffee if you give a ride, don't feel like walking there."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He pulls a set of keys from his pocket. They jangle and whirl around his finger in a flash of ignitionary force. "Sounds like a deal." He turns and walks over to his red impala. On the back of his jacket you see the words Save Our Sorry Souls and in the middle of the phrase is an anatomically correct flaming heart that seems to beat with his movement.
Move your body when the sunlight dies
Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow
Everybody, hide, Everybody, hide.
He smiles at that, following them over to the ride, looking down at it for a moment, "Sweet ride, and cool jacket." He puts a hand on one of the doors, hopping inside with ease, sitting down comfortably "Can you believe I was hired to make you suffer?" He says casually, yawning a little.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Yes. I can." He jerks the keys and the engine roars to life with the steady scream of explosions held tight by iron under a metal hood. "A lot of people seem to have the same job description. That boba boy got some connections." He car rolls out of the dusty parking lot and onto the road. It quickly begins to gather up velocity and spend it in increasing quantities.
He remains calm, not putting on a seat belt, "I'm gonna do the work, just so you know, but I'm not going to waste time going after you now, after all, I said I'd make you a waffle and a drink if you gave me a ride, I've gotta give you the fairness of a head start at least. How do you like your waffles, want anything in them, or plain? And your coffee?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He is laid back with one hand on the wheel despite the little red line on the speedometer steadily climbing past the 60 mark as a 30 MPH sign flashes by. "I appreciate that. I do, really. It's nice to be tortured with a full stomach." He swerves between a few cars obeying the speed regulations. "I like my waffles drowned. Every little square hole should be a bullet wound welling with syrup. If you got any fruit that would be nice too. As for my coffee, make it black." In half the time it should have taken him he rolls into the Waffle House parking lot and slides smoothly into a parking spot.
"I think we've got blue berries, and that's the only right way to have your waffles. Looks like with the way you're driving it won't take us too long to get there. Why is... what did you call him, Boba boy?" He chuckles, thinking about the Nightmare Lord for a moment "Why is he after you anyway? What did you do to piss him off so bad? He doesn't get this angry often."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I killed a friend of his. Well, I didn't but..." He shrugs, "I deserve it. He seems to think he's doing me a sort of favor. Like a game." In half the time it should have taken he rolls into the parking lot and slides smoothly into a parking spot.
He hops back out of the car, walking inside of the Waffle House, holding the door open for him as the bell rings, "You don't deserve being hunted down by Violence itself, but this world isn't about what you deserve, it's about what you get."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He enters in. "There's truth in that. Things ain't fair and that's it. No use in whining about it." He goes to the bar and pulls out a chair befogging sitting down in it. It scrapes loudly on the ground as he does so. "So why does Violence choose an 24/7 fast food breakfast place to set up shop?"
"How know how violent Waffle House fights can be. Why do you think that is?" He says with a dry chuckle, beginning to make their waffles, "Don't scrape chairs against the floor, I put a lot of effort in to keeping this place looking as good as I can." That's the first time his voice went sharp.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He chuckles, looking around at the place. "My bad. I've been to Waffle House during those times before. It's a beautiful place that'll serve you breakfast food at midnight while gang warfare is going on two seats away from you. My sort of restaurant."
"Exactly, a place I can get behind, and an easy way to absorb violent Dark Energy." He places down their cup of coffee, black as night and scolding hot "Your waffles will be a bit longer." He goes back into the kitchen.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"That's a nice set up." He takes a sip of the coffee, "That's one reason why I drive fast and reckless. It scares other drives and pedestrians and stirs up some sweet Dark Energy. It's also just plain fun" He says with a toothy grin.
He looks back at them with a matching grin, "Huh, we could've been friends." The coffee is good, potent but not overpowering. He puts the waffles down in front of them, just as requested "Or we could've been rivals, unfortunately not though."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
His eyes stare into the soggy puddle of sugary syrup but his face is still directed to you. He pops a blueberry into his mouth and mashes it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I don't see why we can't be." Then his eyes leave the soupy sponge of pastry and stare straight into you. "Like I said, some folks seem to think of this... hunt as a sort of game." He smirks, "And betrayal from a friend always hurts more, if you really are trying to make me suffer."
When they look back up they see him standing in front of them, holding a cup of tea, "This is just a job, and 'Boba boy' has already decided once the game is done, you're dead. I'd rather not be friends with you if I'm going to be part of your death." He sips the coffee, sitting down next to them, "But if you want that to be the case, sure." He smirks back at them, steam pouring out of his mouth from the hot tea.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)