#zackyv

You continued to wear your hat in public to cover your horns, simply because it was so much easier than having people stare at you strangely. You had forgotten, however, that restaurants - especially upscale ones such as the steakhouse that M had chosen for you all to go to for his birthday, have dress codes that don’t allow that sort of fashion. You might have gotten into his head and done something nasty but this was a special occasion, so you took off the hat, much to the astonished stare of the host. Zacky’s hand slipped around your waist, holding onto your hipbone securely, challenging him to say something, anything. But nope - he just rushed you all to a table and left you to be the waiter’s problem for the rest of the night.

“Can’t you do something about them?” A shrill voice asked just as you put your orders in. Hesitating a moment before losing your cool, you turned your gaze towards the woman who asked, and of course, it was a Karen, motioning towards you and the boys. “You need to at least comp our meals if you’re going to be sitting us next to such filth.” Zacky muttered your name under his breath, and took hold of your thigh beneath the table, and you took a deep breath. You smiled towards your table, and started up a conversation about the city that they were playing in the next night for the tour.

The prissy woman and her husband’s food came before yours, and the waiter apologized but they could not compensate them for ‘their troubles’, as he so diplomatically put it.

“How’s your food, ma’am?” You would ask them politely after they took a couple of bites. It was some sort of meat with rice as a side, in the case of the man, and a pasta dish with thin noodles for the woman. “How are you enjoying those worms?”

A couple of chuckles came from your table, as the woman sneered at you, only to look at her fork and see a writhing, wriggling mass of meal worms, covered in blood, coiling around the prongs. She shrieked once more, this one wordless. And then the greatest thing - she not only dropped it but she flung the shallow bowl off of the table right towards her husband, the sauce getting all over his face and jacket. He gave out a yell as well, the worms mixing with the rice on his plate, or rather, the maggots that he saw, moving around in a now-messy pile. No one else saw them like this, only those two, but your boys could imagine what they were looking at, what was frightening them so much. Their area had become a mess of food, and both of their faces had paled drastically.

They were escorted out of the restaurant. They were so sick from what they saw that they didn’t even give you a second glance. That was satisfying, and even more so since your food was coming out of the kitchen now. Giving people visions always lead to a large appetite.

𝖟𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖞 𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾

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