(no subject)
[OOM: It begins.]
Maybe you've seen Riley in the last few days. He has walked in, realized that he is standing in Milliways, and walked right back out numerous times. Today, though, today is a good day. A good day. And so when he shoves the apartment door open and yells, "I want pork lo mei--" and then stops in his tracks when it's not the apartment, he doesn't immediately leave. In fact, he pauses in the door, looks around, then makes his way to the Bar, shrugging off his jacket and pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Pork lo mein, please, Bar," he says, and a plate of Chinese food appears. Riley digs in.
He is quietly content. It's not the raucous glee that it might have been otherwise, but still. Good job.
[And I am being forced to go. Will be back later to pick up slowtimes.]
Maybe you've seen Riley in the last few days. He has walked in, realized that he is standing in Milliways, and walked right back out numerous times. Today, though, today is a good day. A good day. And so when he shoves the apartment door open and yells, "I want pork lo mei--" and then stops in his tracks when it's not the apartment, he doesn't immediately leave. In fact, he pauses in the door, looks around, then makes his way to the Bar, shrugging off his jacket and pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Pork lo mein, please, Bar," he says, and a plate of Chinese food appears. Riley digs in.
He is quietly content. It's not the raucous glee that it might have been otherwise, but still. Good job.
[And I am being forced to go. Will be back later to pick up slowtimes.]