Diner
(Nods a dour nod.)
Mm. Just, ah... go ahead and decide what you want while I take these other orders, would you kindly?
(Steps between Reigen's and Orion's tables.)
...Well? Have we all decided what we want, or would you like a little more time? I can at least start taking orders for beverages if you're all still deliberating.
(2 burgs + 1 pizza = doable and within budget! ya fatass)
Diner
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(...deepest sigh)
...Would you please knock it off with the rivalries already? He spoke first, so I am going to begin with his table. Don't get paid nearly enough for this sh—... hhhh...
Weird Magician
(He smiles with his creepy made-up lips and starts reaching into his sleeve. Ooooh shit, he's doing the silk scarves thing!)
(...Except for some reason, it's like there's a shitty jumpcut midway through the scarf-pulling, after which he manages to yank a whole Christmas sweater
◊ at the end of the chain from his sleeve. Odd...)
Diner
(Frowns as he takes down the order... until Orion orders the cognac. Then he smirks.)
...Hm! And one cognac.
(Turns to Reigen's table.) Alright, sir, and what will you and yours be having, now that it's your turn and all that?
(The cop who is eating all the sandwiches quietly watches Bryce.)
......
Motel Lobby
(Looks at the yens.)
...Alright, this is fine. I'm sure I can convert it some way or another... Will you all be bunking together, or separately?
Taxi
...Well, if you must know... Sweden is quiet, cold, idyllic, very forward-thinking and well-governed. I find myself bored of it often, just at the evenness of its keel. There are many good and interesting people there, though, like Fredrik Lindström, and Filip and Frederik... Heh! No relation between the Frederiks, mind. And yes, it is glorious Nippon, rich in history and culture, just chock full of fascinating people, many eccentrics and curiosities despite the cultural emphasis on homogeneity.
...Huh. Was, she, uh, Hispanic or something?
(Muted intrigue.)
Streetmagic
…
[(Balls the scarf-sweater chain up in his hands, rolling it up tightly until it's...)
(Glaring jump cut.)
(A bouquet of roses! He smiles and hands them to Sona.)
Hotel Room
(Oh no. In fact, Sagan has a lengthy and fascinating segment for each of them, not disputing their planethood at all.)
(Ahhhh, his soothing voice, his winning smile, his goofy, dated hair and clothes...)
Hospital Showdown
(Takes the kick hard in the face and groans, shakily crab-walking backwards and towards the closet that has the secksnoises emanating from it.)
You can't do this to me...! I'm THE WARRRRLAHK.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

...Hmm...
A burger's fine with me.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean