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[howling_laugh]

Coyote is at a small table in front of the Observation Window tonight, looking out at the stars crashing into each other. She's wearing a shirt that is too big for her (Raven's) and her jeans from yesterday. Luckily the leathers protected them from being torn to shreds

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[shortofcrazy]

Riley has the fashion sense, wild hair, and spatial awareness of someone who:

A) has just woken up
B) overindulged last night and is now suffering for it
C) is still drunk, therefore thinking that wearing his shirt backward and inside out was an excellent idea
D) all of the above

(The sunglasses he's wearing tip his hand toward a combination of A & B.)

He stumbles blearily into the first chair he runs into and sets a huge, steaming stack of pancakes, dripping in butter and maple syrup, on the table, along with a mug of coffee.

The first time that he goes to cut a huge swath of pancake, he misses the plate entirely, and his fork raps against the table. With an annoyed huff, he tries again, and the second time is a charm. He sets to eating.

Eventually, he might notice that this table was already occupied.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote watches him, with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk. If she was mean, she'd tap the ashes of her cigarette into his cup.

...nah.

"How is it?" Looks really sweet. Gross.

[shortofcrazy]

Riley's fork goes screech against the rim of the plate.

Riley goes cringe and, "Nyaaaagrafow."

After a moment, his eyes open again, and he peers across the table over the top of his sunglasses.

"...Hi."

[howling_laugh]

The smirk morphs into a grin. He's cute.

"Hello." Hm, something is missing. She reaches into a pocket and puts hers on too. "Long night?"

[shortofcrazy]

"Never again," says Riley vehemently, which is probably answer enough in and of itself. He takes a bite of pancake and shoots her sunglasses a tired-but-amused-and-approving look.

"So -- how long have you been sitting here?" It's clear from his resigned tone that he isn't expecting an answer other than 'before you sat down,' though that doesn't stop from him hoping for it.

[howling_laugh]

"Since I woke up, I believe." She doesn't mention that was after only a few hours of sleep. Coyote is a little on edge. "Unless of course you meant 'how long was I watching you'. In that case, a woman must keep her secrets."

[shortofcrazy]

Riley makes an amused whuff sort of sound, not braving the pain that laughter could cause his head. "I'm less interesting most mornings, I promise. I don't go around thinking that tables are empty when they're not, I don't wear sunglasses, the world tastes less like stale beer... It's nice."

[howling_laugh]

"Stale beer is not so much fun. Nothing wrong with sharing a table or sunglasses, though." She peers over the top of hers at him.

"Bags under the eyes are very hard on the complexion, however." She should know, she has some too.

[shortofcrazy]

Innocent as a lamb, Riley asks, "What bags?"

There are no bags. Both sets of bags are hidden by stylish sunglasses. If they can't be seen? They don't exist.

[howling_laugh]

"Do excuse me," she says with a grin, tapping her cigarette on the edge of the ash tray. "My mistake." Coyote pushes her sunglasses back on her nose.

"Is it a little late for breakfast, or did I really get up that early?"

[shortofcrazy]

Riley shoots her a blank look. "What time is it?"

[howling_laugh]

"..."

Coyote shrugs. "Daytime?" She doesn't wear a watch.

[shortofcrazy]

"Prime sleeping hours," Riley informs her.

[howling_laugh]

"I am occasionally nocturnal," she admits. "But I do not usually take my rest here. Time does not stand still for me, for the most part."

[shortofcrazy]

"It does for me," says Riley. "Or -- I hope it still does." Bite, chew, swallow. Resigned: "I'm Bound."

Beat.

"I'm also Riley."

[howling_laugh]

"Pity, that." She could not bear being bound. "I am Coyote."