Post by Pryderi 'Fidget' Smith on May 19, 2012 19:57:38 GMT -5
Fidget did not often go out to lunch. For one, he generally didn't have time. For two, he couldn't bear to have his food touching. But today he had time. And hopes. One of the others had mentioned that you could get things on different plates, with one thing on each which... was really his ideal restaurant in general.
He'd even... sort of made a vague effort to look casual. Tie off, jacket left at the office and lighters safely hidden. Pushing his glasses up, he found the place and looked in to see....
People. Lots of people.
And...
Wait. Did he know that man? It was rather had to mistake him and... Well, Mr. Grayson hadn't mentioned a twin brother, but it couldn't hurt to go say hello, now could it?
Wending his way to the table, shoving a bit of hair behind his ear (and when had it gotten this long anyway?) he smiled his best smile, which was still a bit stiff, but he was trying and said in his Irish lilt "Hello Mr. Grayson and Mr. Grayson's lunch companions. I don't suppose you might be able to find room for one more? I promise I don't take up much space..."
He'd even... sort of made a vague effort to look casual. Tie off, jacket left at the office and lighters safely hidden. Pushing his glasses up, he found the place and looked in to see....
People. Lots of people.
And...
Wait. Did he know that man? It was rather had to mistake him and... Well, Mr. Grayson hadn't mentioned a twin brother, but it couldn't hurt to go say hello, now could it?
Wending his way to the table, shoving a bit of hair behind his ear (and when had it gotten this long anyway?) he smiled his best smile, which was still a bit stiff, but he was trying and said in his Irish lilt "Hello Mr. Grayson and Mr. Grayson's lunch companions. I don't suppose you might be able to find room for one more? I promise I don't take up much space..."