#wishihadwings

Topher sat in a stool at the diner, sipping a milkshake and trying to keep his hand still. A new song idea had popped into his head, and his fingers were just dying to tap the drum line out against the bar as his brain tried to come up with lyrics that would fit into the beat. The old guy next to him complained when he had, so he was focusing very hard on keeping still, knowing that if he let himself move some part of him would make noise. The curse of being a musician with inspiration.

Luckily, his food got there, and he was saved from trying to stay frozen by a stack of pancakes, giving him something more important to worry about. More important for the time being, anyways. He drowned the pancakes in syrup, careful to keep his bacon and toast from getting all sticky, and grinned at the plate, pleased with his life choices for the day. But then he realized something. His fork had gone missing.

Oh, sure thing! Sorry, I'll just grab that for you. They always put these so high..