{im back in the fucking building again -✒️}

[It was a quiet night at the Woodsmoked Diner. The place was decently packed inside..friendly chatter radiating throughout the booths and small tables, mannequins and flesh-folks alike.]

[Up on the bar, a mannequin sat alone with a tall glass of his usual- rootbeer with a few shakes of chilli flakes. He usually comes around after work to be around his colleagues from the construction site. He was waiting around for them to arrive, he got a call from his right hand Jimmy saying they'd be a little late. Of course..]

[The bell above the door rung, signalling a newcomer coming in. Mark turned his head instinctively, smiling wide prepared to say hi to his coworkers. It wasn't them, though. Rather, a very tall fella..made entirely of reddish-brown and tan bricks, rather than the wood he and his lot were made up of. He cleared his throat and quickly turned back, a bit embarrassed that a stranger could've seen him that way. He sat a few seats away from him, silently contimplating what to get..settling on a water. Mark picked up a little, turning his head]

"Pah- water? Y'know where ya' are? Y'should get sum'in more wild!"

[He remarked, playfully smacking his hand against the counter which rattled it up]