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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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He gave another shrug, a useful, nondescript movement that was quickly becoming half his vocabulary. “It’s fine.” In truth, Simon wasn’t completely sure whether or not that was a lie. “You can ask whatever.”

A light frown quirked the corners of his lips down at Simon's shrug, unsure of what it meant. Did Simon not like the question? Kaye decided that the topic was a little too sensitive and tried to keep his thoughts from escaping himself in the process. "Oh, the diner should be right…here," he said, trailing off as they made it to a small diner, noticing it's more pastel tones, a drastic change next to most of the darker, brick shops.

Relieved for the sudden change in conversation, Simon let loose a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “It’s definitely very pretty..” he murmured, his grip on reality slipping.

Kaye glanced over towards Simon, worried if the other man was alright, though he tried for a small smile in an attempt to lift their spirits. "I've only been here a few times, but the food's nice," he explained, filling the silence as he opened the door for Simon. By good food, he meant that you could order one thing and get a lot, and since he was practically starving, it was perfect.

Simon ducked his head to enter, casting a long glance around the interior of the pleasant place. “Good food sounds fantastic.” He tried for a chuckle, though it came out strained. “I’m starving.”

"Same here," Kaye answered with a sigh, his lips quirking up in a quick smile, comfortable once he stepped into diner with Simon. It was almost as if the bright area seemed to have an effect on his behavior. As soon as the two stepped in, he spotted a small, empty booth and motioned for Simon to follow after him.

Simon drifted after, the familiar sense of being unmoored settling on his shoulders. He blinked rapidly to clear his muddled thoughts without much luck and slid into the seat across from Kaye. Allowing his eyes to trail over his surroundings, he was surprised to find that the usual feeling of discomfort in new situations didn’t come forth— a side effect of Kaye’s presence?

"Is everything alright?" Kaye asked curiously, his tawny gaze watching Simon as the other glanced around the diner. They seemed a little distant and unanchored in their surroundings, though perhaps it was just because Simon was in a new place.

Simon’s eyes snapped back to Kaye’s, the other man’s voice jolting him out of a muddled fog. “Hm? Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” He rubbed subconsciously at the bandage on his shoulder, forcing himself to stay focused. “How are you feeling?”

"I'm good," Kaye answered with a light nod as he leaned forward on his elbows, propping his chin up on the palms of his hands, falling into a usual, comfortable position. Though, this position also brought back some sort of nostalgia from last night and its events, wondering if Simon remembered the fact that Kaye had practically been flirting with them. He really hoped not…though part of him knew that Simon would probably remember.

"The decorations are pretty nice, huh? I remember– I really like the forties. The diners and all that," Kaye said, covering up his small pause of silence and his minor slip up. Due to his…background, he had been alive for quite some time, so he had experienced that timeline.

Simon blinked, baffled by both the present tense used in Kaye’s sentence and the reminder of last night’s flirtations. “Remember?” he queried with a tilt of his head. “What do you mean by that?” Coughing slightly, he kept his eyes on Kaye’s tawny ones.

"Oh, my aunt used to have decorations in her house like these. That's what I…remember," Kaye lied, a small pause in his voice as he averted his gaze from Simon, suddenly feeling a bit open under the other man's mismatched eyes.

Simon was adept enough at lying to tell when someone else was doing it, and this time his bullshit-meter was spot on. He said nothing, though, only gave Kaye a dubious look and spread his hands as if to say ‘and…?’

Kaye opened his mouth to say something, though quickly shut it and frowned lightly, unsure of what to say. He wasn't sure that he wanted Simon to know all about him yet, though the other man was someone that he trusted already for some reason, even if they had only met a few days ago. "That's all. It just reminds me of places I've been," he said after a long pause, deciding that he might as well clear it up.

Simon let it go, waving a hand through the air as if to clear it. He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from Kaye’s and down to the neatly folded menu in front of him. “What are you thinking of ordering?” He had seen no evidence that Kaye was supernatural, therefore he had no reason to be suspicious. You’re a suspicious person… the voice in the back of his head whispered. Of course you’re doubtful…

Kaye glanced down at menu again, flipping through a couple pages with a small hum, though after a couple minutes he had to hold the menu a bit closer to his face. His eyesight wasn't always the best, though it wasn't bad to the point that he needed to wear glasses everywhere. "I think I'll get some…pancakes," He announced, glancing up towards Simon with a lopsided smile.

Simon’s heart jumped at the sight of Kaye’s crooked smile, and he tilted his head to frown down at the traitorous organ. Returning his focus to the man across from him, he cleared his throat and tried to mirror that smile. “The pancakes look good…” He glanced down at the menu. “I might get the eggs and bacon.”

Kaye nodded, his smile tilting the corners of his lips even more to reveal a faint dimple, glad to see that Simon was smiling as well. The other man always seemed to be a little upset or lost in thought, but a small glint of happiness here and there lifted his spirits. "You'll like the food here. The plates are practically bigger than my face," he said, his mood returning to it's usual charismatic one.

Kaye’s cheek dimpled, and for some strange reason, the tiny indentation made Simon’s heart skip a beat. His own smile faltered for a moment, but quickly reappeared. He even let loose a rare, quiet laugh in response. “I’ll dedinitely like that, I think.”

At the sound of Simon's light laugh, a small flash of what seemed like awe crossed Kaye's face. His smile remained as he watched the other man, though it seemed like more of a thoughtful expression. "I like it when you laugh," Kaye finally said after a lengthy pause, the words escaping him, though he wasn't regretful of them this time.

Simon’s eyes widened, his fingers fumbling where they were curled around the edges of the menu. The sheet slipped from his grip, leaving him empty-handed, flushed, and wordless. He wet his parched lips anxiously, scrambling for something to say, but all that came out was a conflicted “Oh.”

Kaye watched Simon, noticing how anxious the other seemed to be after his comment, only answering with a single word. Was what he said wrong? He was about to open his mouth and say something, though a forced, cheery voice cut him off before he was able to. "Welcome to Dina's Diner! What can we get you today?" He glanced up, noticing that the voice belonged to a petite girl with dyed hair and rather dark clothes, who appeared a little out of place in the pastel diner.

Simon’s gaze snapped to the stranger, a smile plastering itself to his face. Grateful for the distraction, he picked up the menu a second time. “Hi— err.. I think I’ll take the bacon and eggs?”

"Of course," the girl exclaimed, her perkiness most likely faked as she glanced over towards Kaye, raising a light brow in question. "And you?"

"And I'll take the pancakes," Kaye answered with a faint hint of a polite smile, handing the waitress his menu before she took Simon's, quickly turning around and making her way back towards where she had come from.

Simon watched her go with a long sigh. His eyes flickered back to Kaye, but he said nothing— what was there to say? Get it together, idiot. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.