College + writing = disaster!

Thank you for being patient! As I continue college, I learn time management and balancing 20 units of coursework/writing a lot better.

I wrote a one shot also, which is a big reason why this is so late. I'll post that here, too!

Comment down below, if you would like! Constructive criticism or general commentary is welcomed.

Onward!

Chapter 6: Night Shift

Pant, pant, pant.

Legosi didn't bother to watch where his feet landed as he fled like lamb from the slaughter, the blackened and forested landscape before him rapidly closing in as he sprinted down the steep, charred hillside. Vertigo whispered through his lungs, pulling at his mind in a deceitful effort to promise peace and respite if he stopped, but he grit his teeth to distract himself, adrenaline devouring the exertion that threatened to consume his muscles and render him immobile. Losing his footing shortly following his descent, he toppled head first onto the singed Earth, choking back a shocked yawp. Reaching out his bristled arms just in time to block the impact to his head and quickly rolling on his back, the momentum caused him to plummet the rest of the length down. The grass easily uprooted itself and transfigured into a sticky, inklike liquid, splattering in great, devilish arcs and seeping into his gray fur.

When the ground finally evened out, Legosi slammed into the dense, dark, gelatinous terra, immediately rolling and planting his foot into it heavily and heaving himself back up to resume his sprint. The waving spectres of trees seemed to stretch their foul fingers with ill intent towards the gray wolf as he neared them, and he winced as he ran forward, crashing through the foliage anyway and ignoring the whips of the sharp little tendrils that slashed through his corium. When the forest swallowed Legosi whole and the trees physically shifted to close its new prey from the outside world, he took a moment to clutch his chest and breathe. The gray wolf huffed and shook his head, whipping his head around to pan his surroundings - no amount of dense forestry would stop that thing. The forest didn't take kindly to intruders.

His search revealed a corridor-like passage made up of the trees; each weeping willow's ambiguous persona swayed in the light breeze, rhythmically synching with Legosi's throbbing heart in a dramatic taunt of victory over his soul. Gasping for air, his lungs burnt with the effort it took to breath, continuing his desperate race as he bolted through the hallway and snapped to the right path when the road forked into a 'T'.

The intervals of the compacted greenery uncannily diminished as Legosi ran on, seeming to close in on him as he twisted and turned through the cryptic maze. No, no, no, no. In his heart, he knew that hope for escape was futile, squeezing his eyes shut to force frustrated tears down at his foolishness - he was doing exactly what the forest had intended him to do - to run and get lost in its treacherous folds.

A garbled, gut-wrenching wail in the distance snapped him out of his thoughts, eyes flying open as the low hissing sound of being uprooted followed the thing's cry.

It's here.

A thrill of pure, unorthodox fear throbbed throughout Legosi's whole body, and he had to clench his teeth to keep himself from succumbing to it and caterwauling. It birthed new fervor within him as he wove his way aimlessly through the somber labyrinthian locus. Is this what prey feels like? Fleeing in the dark helplessly, their only hope being their will to run away to live?

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Hackles rising, another tremor ran through his body at the footsteps, a painful contrast to the squelching of each of his own footsteps in the muddy ink. He instinctively darted in the opposite direction of the sound, foot sliding for a split second before he caught his balance again. Is it that close already?

Legosi felt his foot hitch on something he couldn't identify, ink filling his mouth as he stumbled and tripped in a heap head first into the murky Earth. Heaving a mighty cough, he jerked his head out of it, wiping his eyes with the small part of his sleeve that hadn't been severely tainted by the dark substance.

He opened his eyes when he cleared the ink from his eyelids, gasping and shooting back up when he was greeted with a completely white atmosphere instead of the stinginess of the forest. The ink on his hands was now white. The trees only had a black outline to distinguish themselves from the majority of his new surroundings.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Back straightening at the noise, he reached out his foot to keep running - but a dull thud stopped his foot.

A dead end?

Legosi whirled around to run again, but immediately put his back to the wall when he saw what was in front of him, eyes widening and pupils shrinking.

It was invisible, yet it cast a hideous dark aura onto the saccharine ink, its formless shadow encroaching its way to the gray wolf, like a predator playing with prey.

"G-go away!" he yelped, every hair on his body standing up as he willed himself to meld with the wall behind him. "I-I'll hurt you!" He internally cringed at his petulance, the sour taste of ink accenting the sudden nausea in his stomach.

Closer.

Closer.

It was almost touching Legosi, yet he already felt its fangs tearing at his flesh, the bated condensation of its hot breath playing against his skin. Its formless manifestation had him pinned, like predator and prey, hunter and the hunted.

Legosi shuddered, shoulders sagging in defeat as he closed his eyes.

"Wake up!"

Legosi's eyes snapped open as his leg shot in the air, his blanket pulling up to let in a gust of air that baptised Legosi's body in an icy draft as he folded into a sitting position. His head darted to and fro, not fully comprehending his surroundings as he threw the blanket off and put his feet to the ground. Slow breaths conflicted with the vivace of his heart beat, and as his racing mind slowed down, his vision focused to reveal his grandfather; Gosha's scaled hands were raised to his chest, one brow lifted and eyes wide open.

"You… have a nightmare or something?" he inquired slowly, chin tilted away from the gray wolf.

Legosi blinked hard, reaching his trembling arms up to rub his eyes in an effort to shake himself awake. "...H-huh?" he stammered, jaw slack.

Gosha huffed out a short laugh, reaching out his arm to pat Legosi's shoulder consolatorily, quirking a wry grin. "Let's go to the Picky Eater, shall we?" he changed the topic, pointing his eyes at the gray wolf's outfit. "Just fix your fur and change into some different clothes, yeah? Ya look nasty."

He nodded, mumbling an 'okay' as he turned to go to the bathroom, his muscles aching in defiance at the movement. I need to splash water on my face. His eyes wandered to the digital clock that was stationed next to his impromptu bedroom, stiffening when a bright red 9:00 PM flashed before his eyes. Swallowing, he half-turned back to Gosha, subconsciously rubbing his neck.

"Grandpa, aren't we too late?"

"No, we're alright," the older lizard chuckled, shaking his head. "They're a twenty-four hour service, for nocturnal animals as well. They make exceptions for late-night diurnal animals like us." He turned away and headed out the doorway, calling behind his back, "I'll be in the truck."

Legosi sighed and turned the cool, bronze door knob to expose the guest restroom, which donned finely polished, white granite floors and countertops. The room smelled distinctly of some sort of antiseptic alcohol mixture. Gosha had forced him to memorize a poison-proof method when he was younger: in the case he ever helped someone who was or may have been exposed to komodo dragon's venom, he should use polyethylene bags to dispose of any clothing that was affected and to wash their exposed body part with a strong alcohol disinfectant. In the case he had neither, his best option was to just drop the clothes wherever the animal was at and pour hot water over the area of infection, or just run for the nearest health center.

That was the smell he remembered so well.

Flipping on the tap, he cupped his hands under the stream that poured out and waited for the water to fill his hands before gently lifting the makeshift reservoir to his face, being careful not to accidentally get any in his nose as he rubbed the ruffled fur on his face. When he opened his eyes again, he took a deep breath, slowly letting it out as a sense of security slowly spirited his prior panic away. I must've had a bad dream.

Stepping out of the bright room, he stripped off his clothing, only then feeling how damp and matted the cloth was to his fur. Was I sweating? The coolness of the room blasted Legosi through his fur, his skin crawling in protest. Opening the closet despite his desire to curl himself back up in a ball for warmth, he fumbled his hand around the hangers he had brought until he blindly pulled out a smooth undershirt and a corduroy button up. He threw that on his bed and balanced on one foot until he fished out a sleek pair of dark jeans he kept around for fancy outgoings like the Picky Eater (he figured Gosha would want to take him somewhere, no matter how much Legosi insisted that there was no need).

He half walked, half dressed himself out the door, cellphone and wallet in between his teeth as he opened the door to the truck, and when he shut the door he strapped on his seat belt and dropped the accessories into his hands, sliding them into his pockets.

"You really slept for a while," Gosha chuckled after turning the ignition, turning his head to back the vehicle up. "How late did you stay up last night?"

Legosi huffed his laughter through his nose, lacing his fingers together and placing them on his lap. "Uh… I don't know," he replied noncommittally, unprepared to admit that he was awake well past midnight. "I didn't really check the time."

Gosha snorted, turning the steering wheel to straighten the vehicle and pulling back on the gear stick. "Kids like you stay up too long these days," Gosha commented, rolling down the window and leaning his elbow on the sill to grip the top of the vehicle. "It was a blessing to be up past nine when I was your age. Then again, we did wake up earlier, and I am still a komodo dragon, so my sleep schedule is irregular anyway," he added with a small shrug. "Anyway, you're going to love this place - I really think you'll like their egg and cheese mixers." He removed his grip from the car and back on the steering wheel, patting it lightly and clicking his tongue. "I can't wait for their curry and soy foods they have."

Silence fell after that, and neither one of them attempted to change that; Legosi felt as if that was the most comfortable thing for the moment for the both of them, as the atmosphere noticeably relaxed as the road winded on. Legosi thought of his dream, but didn't take so much time to try to delve into the matter - it didn't matter much how long he slept: evidently that nightmare had drained a fair margin of rest from the twelve hours' worth of sleep he'd gotten.

When they entered downtown, the transition was almost immediate - flashing lights of different businesses, the masses of working animals, street vendors, all distracting Legosi from their initial mission. Through Gosha's open window, his nose caught wind of carnivore scent, some of them easily distinguishable from each other, some of them muddled with the rest of the crowd - the small carnivores especially. The sharp and obvious scent of dog intruded its way through Legosi's sinuses, reminding him with a pang of Jack and his friends at room 701. After not being near them for a year, he already wasn't as resistant to the scent he'd acclimated to over his lifetime.

This city... is bigger than mine, Legosi observed, the amount of animals and buildings in one space pressing on Legosi's chest. I could never live in a city like this.

"And, we're here."

Legosi snapped out of his intellection, looking to Gosha and following the finger he pointed, brows raising at the building he beheld before him. It was a grand structure, almost colosseum-like in appearance, with great columns of beige cement framing the frilly, baroque double doors. A large sign that was clear above the door clearly flashed the words Picky Eater in neon red and blue in a similar fashion to the rest of the downtown area's businesses.

"Come on, then, don't want to keep them waiting. They might give our appointment to someone else if we're late." The komodo dragon stepped out of the truck, stuffing his hands in his pockets in a way Legosi could only assume was to blend in with the surroundings of this new city, so he stepped out as well and slid his hands into his pockets as well.

"You made an appointment?"

Gosha hummed his confirmation, stepping up the great steps and pushing the door open, standing to the side to let Legosi through. "Only way you can get anywhere in this part of town these days," he vaguely explained, gesturing with his arm to the interior, the lights that lit the porch of the restaurant glinting off of Gosha's arm. It made Legosi squint when the glare went over his field of vision as he stepped into the building.

Good thing I brought these pants.

It wasn't as big or bright as Legosi had assumed from the outside appearance, the walls and ceiling consisting of dark purples and blues. With the dimmed lights over every table, Legosi almost felt as if he never left the darkness of the outside world. A small pulpit-esc stand stood in the middle of what must have been the waiting area, a short raccoon in a black and white pinstripe tuxedo stationed at it, a name tag that read Mark accented on his chest.

"Hello, and welcome to Picky Eater," the raccoon greeted formally, walking out from behind the stand and looking up to the pair, beady eyes widening a little when his gaze went over Gosha. "W-who is this reservation for, may I ask?" he queried, voice abruptly taking a higher pitch.

"For Gosha," the komodo dragon answered, smiling with his lips shut to hide his teeth, lacing his fingers so his claws weren't visible from the host. "I had the table in the back."

Legosi looked at Gosha, eyes shooting open. "Gr-Gosha," he hissed under his breath. Gosha ignored him, stepping forward when the raccoon quickly stepped back and gestured for them to follow him.

The tables were refined, polished, and almost as clean as the restroom Legosi had used at Gosha's house, the only difference being the lack of the smell of disinfectant. Animals of a variety of shapes and sizes littered the tables: bats, mice, hedgehogs, some cats - even some diurnal animals like Gosha told him: dogs, deer, different monkeys, even an elephant. How that elephant got through was beyond Legosi.

"It looks dark in here because it's nighttime, by the way," Gosha explained as they walked on. "They have special blinds they flip during the night to make it more comfortable for the nocturnal animals. Then they'll flip them in the day for diurnal animals, and that's a different color palette." A closer look at the walls confirmed Gosha's statement - the gears and buttons that were spaced several feet apart revealed that what Legosi thought to be the walls were just huge, wall-sized blinds.

Eventually, after walking past several tables, they rounded a corner, where several, lonely and round tables were spaced several feet from each other behind a wall and under dimmer light than the rest of the building.

"The - here we, gentlemen," the raccoon sputtered, quickly bowing courteously to Legosi and Gosha. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask-"

He was swiftly interrupted by Gosha bowing in return, taking the host's small paw into his hard hand and shaking it. "Thank you, Mark. That's very kind of you." He took the menus the host had taken with him gently, setting them on the table as he sat and propped his elbows on the surface.

The raccoon gulped loudly, nodding his head and backing away, finally turning away and walking from the back of the restaurant.

Gosha sighed, tapping his clasped hands on his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose they aren't used to seeing komodo dragons here," he chuckled, taking a fist and knocking on the tables. "You gonna sit?"

Legosi broke from his rigid stance, turning to Gosha as his lips tightened, taking a deep breath and grasping the chair on the opposite end of his grandpa and pulling it out. He sat himself with a dull thunk, letting the breath out slowly. Gosha cleared his throat.

"Usually these are the, erm, 'lover' tables here, but I just thought-"

"Do you still sit in the back of restaurants when you go alone, grandpa?" Legosi solicited tersely, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward onto his elbows and crossing his ankles under his chair.

Gosha blinked, slowly letting out his breath as he leaned back into his seat and crossing his fingers on his lap. The dim lamp light reflected the sentimentality in his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Legosi," he started slowly, gaze redirecting to the table. "You know this. I am a komodo dragon. It is my obligation to not cause a scene when I pose such a threat to society by my poison. You saw how terrified that raccoon was, right? Not only am I representing carnivores, I am representing all kinds of reptiles." He brought his scope of vision back to Legosi, eyes narrowing darkly. "I never got to tell you this last time we met, but us reptiles have an unspoken code that runs deep within our species. If any one of us gets charged with a criminal offense, reptilian word spreads faster than menial herbivore gossip, and our names and species will be made known to every reptile in the area. We do not associate ourselves with criminal reptiles." He rolled up his sleeve, unfastening his watch and sliding his slim fingers over the back of his left hand. "This is where criminal reptiles are marked when imprisoned, and what every reptile shop-keeper or business owner checks when a reptilian customer walks in, and what they look for when reviewing job applicants. Some reptiles have to turn to the Back Alley Market for their source of money, and some even forfeit their hyper-drug creating body parts for a considerable amount of cash." He folded his arms, shrugging his shoulders back in a stretch. "So, you see," finished, flashing Legosi a toothy grin. "That's why I keep myself back here. I'm not ashamed of it. Less problem for everyone, and I get to have more alone time with you."

Legosi's ears perked, and as he talked he found himself fixated on Gosha's scaled hand, and he found himself slowly beginning to connect the pieces of the mystery of his grandfather together. Is this what he's had to do his whole life? he couldn't help but wonder, the smooth table rubbing against his elbows as he sat up straighter. This must have not been just about me at all. It was about the rest of his life, and being able to care for himself, and for me when I was little.

"Your menus, sirs."

Legosi lifted his chin at the deep voice that interrupted his thoughts, instinctively reaching out his hand to gently take the menu from the waiter. "Th-thank you," he stuttered, clenching his teeth at himself for his verbal flub. I always-

Legosi's jaw slackened, hands freezing in the air as his eyes shot open at the figure in front of him, any thoughts evaporating from his mind as the image of the waiter in front of him poured into Legosi's mind instead. It was like a shadow that appeared from nothing, a shameful mix of anticipation and dread that made Legosi's neck fur stand on its end and his ears flatten against his skull.

The wide build, the clean cut fur, those narrow, gray eyes. The pinstripe suit.

Miyagi gawked back at Legosi, his narrow and cold eyes widening for a moment before he cleared his throat. "What shall I prepare you to drink tonight?" he inquired. His expression reverted back to its stoicism that Legosi remembered so painfully well: lips set in a straight line, eyes open and attentive, ears perking toward whom he addressed. It almost hadn't changed since his childhood.

"Well, let's see," Gosha hummed, not even sparing either wolf a glance as he reached into the pocket of his shirt to pull out his reading glasses and placing them on his nose. "It's been a while since I was here last," he clarified, chuckling good-humouredly as he flipped through the thick, laminated papyrus. His finger paused at a page, and he lowered the menu and squinted at Legosi. "Do you want to drive home tonight?"

Legosi blinked, slowly turning his head to Gosha, eyes wide in bewilderment. "Uh-uh, s-sure, grandpa."

"Thanks, uh… I'll take a Sonote D'Or, red please," Gosha ordered. Miyagi whipped out his pen and scribbled an acronym down, and he turned to Legosi. "And you?" Miyagi prompted nondescriptly, his steely gaze meeting and locking with Legosi's. He found himself confined within the eye contact, unable to free himself from his rapidly increasing heartbeat.

Gosha cleared his throat, peeping from his menu at the younger gray wolf from across the table. "...You know, Legosi… if you wanted, I could order you a drink, and I could drive home," he offered carefully, claws clacking against the firm pages as he drummed his fingers on them.

He tore his gaze from the elder wolf when he heard his heart beating in his temples, briefly putting his fingers to his temples and closing his eyes as he lowered his chin towards the table. Gosha's offer seemed rooms away, almost nothing more than an echo to his ears. "...N-no thank you, grandpa, I don't drink. Water. I just need water, tonight, please."

Miyagi scribbled down another acronym and reached into his black satin uniform pocket to pull out a black and silk dinner napkin, placing it in front of Legosi with a dull click from the utensils rolled up inside. He turned to Gosha for a moment, and cleared his throat lightly. "Sir, my apologies, but I would be reaching beyond my limits as a worker if I provided a komodo dragon with the business's cutlery. Perhaps you would be interesting in purchasing a special set of-"

"Quite alright, I assure you," Gosha interrupted, waving dismissively as he stared at the pages on his menu. "I brought my own special silverware."

"Very well," Miyagi answered politely, bowing formally as was custom in expensive restaurants. "I will be back posthaste with your drinks."

When Miyagi turned and sauntered away from their table, Legosi clasped his hands together and put them in his lap under the tabletop, wringing his hands together as he harshly ground his teeth. What the hell is he doing here? His nose wrinkled into a preemptive snarl, so he held the physical manifestation of mixed emotion in check so Gosha didn't question him. He didn't even see him.

"What looks good, Legosi?" Gosha asked, tone curious as he skimmed through his own menu idly. "The soybean and vinegar salad sounds good, but I could also kill for some peach-roasted almond flour dumplings…"

Legosi drew in a breath, clenching his arms to make his hands stop shaking and bring his hands from under the platform and lifting the menu to hide his face. "Y-yeah," he replied, clearing his voice to divert the attention from his wavering voice. "The creme-de-la-mushroom sounds nice, too," he fabricated, ironing out his tone - is there even a creme-de-la-mushroom on this menu? His eyes adjusted to the page in front of him, and he let a long breath out of his nose as his eyes scanned the list of Chef's Specialties and Most Popular orders, then hovering over the "Soup of the Day" category. "But… hm… the Kakitamajiru does seem to peak my interest… What are you even saying? Does being in a fancy restaurant suddenly make you fancy? Has seeing him messed with your vocabulary or something?

"Mm, interesting choice," Gosha hummed, bringing his hand to his chin and rubbing it thoughtfully. "I've never been a particular fan of egg products…" He peered around the pages, shooting Legosi a bright grin. "I'll try it again, though! I'll get the egg soup, and then the caper and chickpea pasta - I feel like trying something new tonight." He closed his menu, the pages sounding a harsh thwap when Gosha closed the menu and set it on the table. "You know to get whatever you'd like, you hear me? I won't let you order until you go over 2,600 yen with your order."

Legosi hunched his shoulders, gritting his teeth and behind the menu as his ears repinned themselves against his head. I've always hated it when he set a price minimum for me. Sighing, he sent Gosha a quick thumbs up, partially choking a chuckle out from his throat. "Will do, grandpa," he vaguely assured, eyes darting to the yen count. 530 yen for the Kakitamajiru… 2120 yen for that Pesto and peppercorn fusilli…

"Are you gents prepared to order?"

Legosi jumped in his seat, snapping to face the middle-aged waiter, who stood straight at his attentive work stance - one he remembered well whenever one of his associates visited Legosi's house when he was young, the one he remembered standing before more than once in his life. Miyagi, a dark tray with the cups in hand, set the platter on the table and placed both cups with their respective drinkers, the delicate clink on Gosha's wine chalice heavily contrasting with the dull thunk of Legosi's water glass.

The younger gray wolf set his eyes upon the small vessel, the slight ripples of the water dancing at the brim vibrantly under the lusterless luminescence of the isolated sect of the room. Carefully, he wrapped his gray fingers around the reservoir, lifting and taking a light sip from the very edge so he didn't disturb the water's terpsichore enough to make it spill. The cool water trickled down his throat, acting as an improvised tonic for his mind - I can do this, just be calm, Gosha will know what to do...

"I'll take the Kakitamajiru soup and the caper and chickpea pasta," Gosha listed, glancing up at Miyagi and smiling politely, taking his reading glasses off, stuffing them back in his pocket and folding his hands on the table.

Legosi goggled at his grandfather, jaw dropping agape. He doesn't even recognize him!

Miyagi shifted his attention to Legosi, raising a brow. "Your order, sir?"

Legosi coughed, breaking his fixated gaze from Gosha and turning to Miyagi. "Uh, I'll take the Kakitamajiru as well, with, uh, the pesto and peppercorn fusilli," he ordered, stomach clenching in irritation anticipation as Miyagi listed his items down.

"I'll take your menus."

Legosi blinked, mindlessly groping for the parchment as Gosha handed his menu in. After floundering with his own menu, he finally grabbed ahold of it and reached it out towards Miyagi, who gently took it out of his hands.

The rough sensation of Miyagi's fingers on the back of his hands made Legosi gasp, retracting his hands quickly and causing both menus to fly out of Miyagi's hands.

"S-sorry!" Legosi yelped, bending down swiftly to retrieve the menu and rearing back when he felt the unmistakable crack of another skull against his head ("Sorry!").

Miyagi grunted, straightening back up and rubbing his temple. "My apologies," he offered bluntly, stooping down once more to acquire the menus and stack them. "I will be back with your meals," he recovered, nodding and once again leaving the duo to themselves.

Legosi inhaled shakily, burying his head in his hands at his blunder. The fact that it was Miyagi only further perpetuated the heat that rose to his face. Last time you saw him you fought him, and you're already screwing things up again.

Gosha chuckled wholeheartedly and reached into his pocket, pulling out the small, opaque baggie that held his utensils and setting it on the table. "Nice one Legosi," he teased playfully, reaching across the table and lightly slapping his hands away from his face. "Cheer up, kid, he's a waiter, he's seen much worse than some weird kid who knocked heads with him."

Legosi let his arms fall, a half-smile half-cringe forming on his face. "I guess so," he supposed, reaching to the top of his head where the collision took place. "That kinda hurt…"

Again, a silence fell, and Gosha reached his hand toward the wall the table was against, pulling a newspaper from the black, laced basket that held different sorts of magazines and papers - some of which Legosi was certain were similar to the mag Gouhin had once entrusted him with.

So Legosi remained still after bringing his elbows to the tabletop, propping his head on his hands and nervously pondering the preceding events as his heart palpitated in his throat. What the hell was that? Legosi internally lamented, flexing and digging his legs into the ground instead of his arms, as to not distract Gosha from his paper. He didn't even recognize him… should I tell him? Should I not? His heart squeezed, forcing him to blink as he attempted to keep his body from shaking. It was a conflict - the unsated and vengeful vehemence he felt toward Miyagi was certainly present - the injustice was ingrained into his bones, etched into his mind.

So why is my tail wagging?

The audible thump, thump, thump of his tail against the wall to his right was painfully indiscreet. Growling lowly, he flexed his tail to stiffen it up and threw it down, heat rushing to his face when Gosha poked his head around the newspaper and raised a brow. "You alright, kid?" he asked, setting the paper aside and leaning toward Legosi. "I told you it's okay, and he's probably seen worse-"

"I-I'm fine, grandpa," he assured, moving his hands to the table and folding them and straightening out his back, ears perking. "Just… embarrassed, that's all."

Gosha's eyes narrowed doubtfully, clicking his fingers against the table. "What's wrong with you, boy-?"

"The waiter is Miyagi."