Yeah, yeah. Waffles it is. [Billy, Billy. His cheeks are not red, it's just a little post-lit flush. He can make it through one breakfast, then slip away to his little apartment and try to process the last day into something logical and not all bizarre.
He is avoiding all eye contact, thank you, as he steps into the lead - the walk feels familiar, even if it's been weeks since he's been. Before he moved, he made himself a regular. Something about the waitresses just cheered him right up -]
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Yeah, yeah. Waffles it is. [Billy, Billy. His cheeks are not red, it's just a little post-lit flush. He can make it through one breakfast, then slip away to his little apartment and try to process the last day into something logical and not all bizarre.
He is avoiding all eye contact, thank you, as he steps into the lead - the walk feels familiar, even if it's been weeks since he's been. Before he moved, he made himself a regular. Something about the waitresses just cheered him right up -]