Dear god. Why isn't he getting any sleep lately? He's tried everything at this point, even indulging the urge to puff on the opium pipe, but no matter what he does he always ends up in the white Wonderland feeling the same restless wakefulness. At this point, he's given up on trying to sleep and heads to the diner for some coffee and perhaps a holiday treat.
The first thing that greets him when he gets there is the statue of a gentleman from the American South dressed up in a red and white suit. Is that supposed to be the owner's interpretation of Father Christmas? Stranger still, it seems like the special of the day is of the avian variety; Some kind of chicken or small turkey has been torn to pieces, coated with a layer of rough crust, and unceremoniously dumped in a bucket to be served to the happy customers.
Dorian stared blankly at the whole display.
That's it. He hasn't slept in so long that he's finally loosing his mind.
Diner, midway through the event.
The first thing that greets him when he gets there is the statue of a gentleman from the American South dressed up in a red and white suit. Is that supposed to be the owner's interpretation of Father Christmas? Stranger still, it seems like the special of the day is of the avian variety; Some kind of chicken or small turkey has been torn to pieces, coated with a layer of rough crust, and unceremoniously dumped in a bucket to be served to the happy customers.
Dorian stared blankly at the whole display.
That's it. He hasn't slept in so long that he's finally loosing his mind.