Typically, Killer didn’t go out to eat at restaurants. For the most part, he’d just order delivery from the nearest and cheapest fast food place. But today, he’d gotten a larger than average paycheck from work, so he decided to treat himself. Picking out a place he’d never been, Killer strolled through the door, looking around the weirdly empty restaurant in curiosity.

He walked up to the hostess stand, taking a look at the waiter standing before him. It caused him to pause, staring for a couple of seconds, before he started to laugh at the other, his eyes wide in surprise. Out of everyone, Swap was the last person he expected to be working somewhere like this. He didn’t have any real malice against the guy, especially since Swap was new to the Stars. Killer just didn’t know him that well. But stumbling upon this was pure gold.

Hold on. Blue?? Pffffft- no way! You work here? Really?? Jeez. Y’know, if you wanted to see me, you could’ve just asked for my number, or looked around. It’s probably scribbled on a bathroom stall somewhere in this town. Hah! Lighten up, I’m just joking. Blue is your name, right?? Or is that just Dreams little nickname for you?

Still in disbelief, Killers expression morphed into an amused grin, as he leaned forward onto his elbows. Now that Killer could actually get a good look at the other, without having to watch for an arrow flying at his skull, he took his time to really analyze the shorter skeleton, noticing his freckles, and the nervous, almost intimidated tone in his voice. Killer found it funny, taking a step back and holding his hands up in mock surrender.

Whoah- woah, easy there. I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m off the clock man. I’m just hungry. You really think I’d go all this way to get you?? I’m too lazy for that. Can I get a booth seat? I like sitting by the window.