The Perk, Late Sunday Morning

[foundintheashes]

Well, Goodnight would be remiss as to not treat his companion to breakfast before he... left again. Which was something creeping up that Goody would very much care to pretend wasn't happening

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[luckywithjacks]

Faraday didn't want to intrude, because that way lay a stabbing, he feared, but he did really, really need coffee, and it didn't feel right to just ignore his murder buddies (both in the sense that they had all gotten murdered together and had murdered a lot of people together (good times)), so...

"Goody." Pause. "Billy." Respectful nod.

Awkward.

[knives_are_easy]

"Faraday," Billy replied. He certainly looked like he was in a better mood than the last time he'd talked to Faraday. So that was something.

[foundintheashes]

"Mr. Faraday, are you here to join us on this fine morning?" Goody asked, gesturing with his basic as fuck latte.

[luckywithjacks]

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude," Faraday said, eyeing Billy with the wariness of one who had seen him kill a man with his hairpin.

[knives_are_easy]

Billy just raised his eyebrows at that. He'd met you, Faraday. He had, in fact, met you before now.

"You look nervous."

[foundintheashes]

"Billy," Goody chided. "You would not be an intrusion if you'd be kind enough to to provide some of those pastries they sell inside."