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Ah, the Masquerade. An event that was oh-so special and oh-so exciting... Well, if you like people in a crowded space and socializing with said people in said crowded space.
Medkit is not one of those people. Actually, he got dragged along by Sword to this event.
So now, he's just standing in a corner with a mask that limits his vision. How fun!
"I'm guessing you're having the time of your life," a voice next to him says. It was none other than Hyperlaser, that one mercenary from Blackrock who was known for his impeccable aim.
"Not really," Medkit replied. Hyperlaser merely
chuckled.
"How about we get out of here?" Hyperlaser asked, voice quiet.
Medkit turns his head. If it weren't for the stupid mask covering his already poor vision, maybe he'd actually be looking at Hyperlaser with a confused expression instead of a fake plant.
"What do you mean?"
"Medkit, that's a plant. But what I'm saying is..."
Almost out of nowhere, like some sort of cheesy romance fic, Hyperlaser takes Medkit by the hand and spins him around, before pulling him into a dip.
He leans in closer, and Medkit can feel himself heating up. What the hell was Hyperlaser doing? He whispers something into Medkit's ear...
"...Let's go to IHOP. I have coupons."
Medkit blinks.
"...What the fuck?"
"You heard me, let's go to IHOP, bitch."
"Okay, fine then," Medkit sighed, and stood upright.
So the two leave the event, still dressed in fancy clothing while going to IHOP of all places.
Moonlight illuminates the route they take down to the restaurant. The streets are quiet, due to most demons being at the masquerade event. A gentle breeze cools them down, and Medkit finds that his hands are no longer quivering.
They walk in silence, not knowing what to say to each other.
"So, why'd you ask me of all people?" Medkit asks.
"I... Don't know, actually." Hyperlaser shrugs.
"Huh..."
They continue walking, before eventually coming to a stop in front of the restaurant. They can faintly smell the sweet scent of pancakes, and Medkit's reminded of how he forgot to eat lunch earlier.
"Let's go in, I'm starving," Medkit said. Hyperlaser nods.
They're seated at a small booth in the corner, with the few people in the diner staring at the two, probably because of the fact that they're both dressed in fancy suits. Medkit feels a bit uneasy, and starts fidgeting with his cravat.
"Something wrong?" Hyperlaser asked.
"Do- Don't you think that we're a bit too formal?" Medkit mutters.
"It's not like we could have made a quick stop to change." The mercenary replied.
"Well, I suppose... But we're so overdressed. This is an IHOP, everyone's staring."
"They're just jealous because they can't look as good as us." Hyperlaser said this with a smug tone, and Medkit notices the faint smirk on his expression.
"God, this is embarrassing. We're eating pancakes in suits."
"We look great, stop worrying about it, Medkit."
Medkit sighed, and sips his coffee. It had a dark, bitter, and earthy taste, something he found comfort in. He looks over at Hyperlaser's mug, and how he seems to have put more than half of the sugar packets and creamer cups in his coffee.
Jesus christ, that coffee could probably stop a horse's heart.
They continue to chat about mundane things while waiting for their pancakes. They had decided on sharing a nice stack of blueberry pancakes. Something warm, comforting, and sweet – just what they needed.
After some waiting, their pancakes arrive, and Medkit takes a bite.
"Is it good?" Hyperlaser asked the medic, a faint smile across his lips.
"Mm, yeah." Medkit found himself closing his eyes at just how amazing the taste was.
The mercenary chuckles, setting his mask aside to eat some of the pancakes.
"Huh, these are good," Hyperlaser said. Really, he thought they could be a tad bit sweeter, but Medkit seems to enjoy them as is, so he'll skip out on the syrup.
Neither of them had expected to be at an IHOP instead of the masquerade party tonight, but they didn't mind. Heck, maybe they'd even hoped for an opportunity to do this again some time.
After all, what's not to love about sharing pancakes with someone?