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[_to_the_bone]

Jack of the Frost in in the bar, curled up in a booth with his feet on the seat, his chin on his knees, and cup of water in his hands.

He looks rather spaced out, in a pleasant, drowsy sort of way. Nice morning.

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[misterparker]

"I thought we were supposed to have breakfast."

Parker slides into the booth across.

[_to_the_bone]

"We-- oh."

He groans, and hides his face in his knees.

"Good Lord. I completely forgot. I woke up very early full of fireflies and had to move about. We could have breakfast here if you like? I have been up since before the sun, you know."

[misterparker]

"You ever sleep?" Parker asks.

He waves over a waitrat and orders a stack of pancakes and some eggs.

[_to_the_bone]

"If something tires me out, physically or emotionally."

He beams, and tugs his knees in a little tighter.

"Sex puts me out like a light."