So listen, Lark's not having the greatest time right now, but a promise is a promise. He told Alastor he'd bring ham on sunday, and that's what the fuck he's doing.
Wearing his best snake sweater...and accompanied by Raven. Raven held onto Lark's hand, leaning on him to minimize wobbly steps as they stepped through the gate into The Cooler Hell. Lark felt like he was forgetting something, but he checked the bag again, and yup, ham dinner was still there.
The walk was...weirdly non-treacherous! Lark and Raven were scarcely even LOOKED at, and that was kind of weird! Lark usually had to be at least a little careful on the way to the hotel.
He felt like he was forgetting something.
Lark and Raven entered the hotel, Lark looking Very Lost, and Raven looking around with wide eyes. The kitten brushed his hair back so all three eyes could take in the place.
Lark checked the bag again, the smell of fresh-baked ham and a side dish of potatoes au gratin wafting up, before he closed the bag and wandered further inside to look for Alastor.
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