up all night to get some, up all night to get denny's ☈ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[skullphones]

[When Beat was younger, he really didn't expect to be awake at 3:00 AM of his nineteenth birthday, sitting in a ratty booth of the local Tokyo-to equivalent to Denny's (which also happens to be called Denny's) with his feet kicked up on the table.]

[But, well, when do things ever go according to plan?]

[Either way, he's here. He's hungry. He's considering yelling at the dead-eyed teenager behind the counter, demanding that he come take their order. But... that's a lot of effort. So he just leans his head back against the booth, and stares directly into the harsh ceiling lights.]

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[hummingthebaseline]

Geeze, too lazy to even grab a soda?

[The teasing voice floats over as the familiar rudie slides into the seat next to Beat, slinging his arms over the back of the chair and leaning back some.]

Or you testin' out your shades?

[skullphones]

[He doesn't even need to look away from the light to know who's talking.] Hey, I'm thinkin' about it.

[Any defensiveness Yoyo may hear in his voice is a joke. Beat has no shame in the fact that he's too lazy to go get something to eat or drink.]

Hey, Yoyo.

[hummingthebaseline]

Yo. What're you doin' in here?

[He swings one of his own legs up to join Beat's on the table, ignoring the frustrated look from one of the workers.]

[skullphones]

[Ignoring? Weak. Beat gives them a little wave.]

Same thing as you're doin' in here, probably. Nowhere to be at 3 am.

[hummingthebaseline]

Yeah, but I'm not the birthday guy.

[Not to be outdone, Yoyo gives one of the girls a wink, pulling his sunglasses down just enough.]

Figured you'd have somethin' better planned than just starin' at ceiling lights.

[skullphones]

[Beat barks out a laugh.]

When do I ever have somethin' better planned, though, Yoyo? It's like you don't even know me at all.

[hummingthebaseline]

You're right. I've just been ignorin' everything you say ever since we've met.

[In response, he flashes that cheshire grin of his, leaning back in the chair a bit more.]

[skullphones]

Well, at least you're honest. Besides, we both know that someone as dumb as you would never be able to wrap his head around my layers of deepness.

[Beat. Beat, honey, stop flattering yourself.]