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Wally makes a dying sound and slowly turns to face Azul. "Alter, das brauchte ich jetzt noch." (Dude, I needed that— but like sarcasm, like he actually really didn't need that).

"So, why did your friend come here claiming that you said you nearly died?" Azul asked with just a little too much interest, smiling like a diplomatic sharkpolite, charming even, possibly wearing an elegantly tailored suit that is perfectly fitted to its fins, but still a shark.

"No reason," Wally gave what was supposed to be a winning smile but just made him look pitiful and constipated. "He's just a little silly."

"Alright, then. By the way, what's your name? I haven't seen you here before," Azul says with fake kindness.

"It's, um, Wally, sir." Wally feels like he's playing minesweeper.

"Hello, Wally. It's your first year here, I'm guessing?" Azul says politely. Wally nods solemnly, folding his hands in his lap like he's finished delivering a speech.

Before they can continue this awkward conversation, the ghost chefs glide into the hall, bearing trays of food from over the globe. Wally is extremely chuffed to discover a pot of prawn biryani, and discreetly grabs it, hunching over it protectively. Jake, being a supernatural who doesn't need to eat to survive, takes nothing.

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After housing his food, Wally turns back to Azul. His senses have been dulled by the biryani, and he feels pleasantly stupid and full. (A2: Not to worry, he also got +5 HP and damage immunity)

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