[two o'clock in the afternoon feels like it's forever and a day away. Wilhelm doesn't get to hear chaos' groan of frustration, and he doesn't get to see how chaos squirms in the sheets, already restless, made even more so. the mention of the menus is something of a reprieve, though. chaos migrates to the edge of Wilhelm's bed, his hand reaching out, then fumbling a little--he gets open the nightstand drawer after a few blind attempts. the credit card is a sleek black piece of plastic that would allow chaos to buy pretty much anything he might want. it's kind of scary to think about that, about the power behind that, so he tries not to think about it; he's digging out the folded paper menus instead.
the first one is for a small greek restaurant that serves authentic, mouth-watering food. he remembers having it the last time he was here, and he remembers convincing Wilhelm to try the homemade avgolemeno, albeit in between kisses. it had a good flavor. really good. really, really good, and really nostalgic...]
two o'clock, then. that works for me.
[he rolls over onto his back, cradling the menu against his chest.]
unless you've got prior plans, i'm going to order some lunch for you too.
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the first one is for a small greek restaurant that serves authentic, mouth-watering food. he remembers having it the last time he was here, and he remembers convincing Wilhelm to try the homemade avgolemeno, albeit in between kisses. it had a good flavor. really good. really, really good, and really nostalgic...]
two o'clock, then. that works for me.
[he rolls over onto his back, cradling the menu against his chest.]
unless you've got prior plans, i'm going to order some lunch for you too.