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Simon pressed the elevator button and waited for a while. After the elevator doors opened, he calmly entered, pressing the first floor and the close doors buttons.
He dug his face in his hands and he tried to scream, though nothing came out.
He was a fool.
A big, dumb, foolish fool.
INVITE HIM TO STAY OVER??? DOES HE EVEN HAVE AN EXTRA ROOM??? Wait he does, he had a storage room replaced with an extra room for when Athena wants to stay over.
Does he tell Athena? What would her reaction be? She doesn’t even know the real Fulbright, let alone know he’s alive.
That’s also another thing. HELLO? HE IS ALIVE? Simon feels like he is underreacting in a way, because someone doesn’t usually come back from the dead unless they are the bloody child of a god.
…Is he…? no, never mind, that would be crazy. Keep it realistic, Simon!
For now, he should just focus on getting dinner.
…
Oh god he does not even know what kind of food Fulbright fancies.
“Dat wouldaaa be uhhh…. 26 bucksh, fohr two Whet *hic* Noodle No.4 soba special.” Bucky handed Simon a bag with two boxes of soba placed inside it. “arya havin’ shomeone over or sumfin, Simey?” That great, big pillock laughed heartily while Simon stood there, questioning how he knew. “Ya neeverrr order *hic* sumfin elsh than one box.”
Simon snatched the bag from Bucky’s hands and stayed silent before answering.
“…I was foolish enough to skip lunch today,” He lied, turning around, ready to leave the shop.
Bucky cackled in response.
“sureee, Simey! I wanna meet dis mizz or mizter one taime, ya *hic* got dat?!” He called after Simon.
Simon grumbled something under his breath.
“Huh? Didn hear yah, Simey!”
“SILENCE!” He yelled as he slammed the door behind him shut.
“I wuld appreshiate if yud keep da door open, we not closhed yet, Simey!”
No response.
Bucky slumped down, resting his head on the counter.
“gud fur him,” He mumbled as he started to doze off, “gud fur him…”
“OI, WE STILL WAITING ON OUR ORDER, BUDDY!”