the night was warm and quiet, or as quiet as a night in the city could be. ben kicked his feet idly as he sat at the edge of the dock ( soles of black boots just barely touching the surface of the water, the occasional ripple disrupting the otherwise peace ). he maybe could have suggested a better place, one that didn’t smell of wet stone and algae, but he trusted the process: things rarely remained as bored as they seemed when klaus had anything to say about it.
“ we still have...what, twenty dollars left? ” ben piped around a mouthful of pizza, swallowing hard. moving his slice to one hand, he pretended to check a watch that he most definitely did not have on his wrist. “ it’s still technically — five dollar tuesday at the movie theater. if we walk fast, might be able to catch something halfway decent. ”
@menageriie.
