STRAY KIDS.

XLVII. BREAKFAST CLUB

( STRAY KIDS! )
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN.
❝ BREAKFAST CLUB ❞

THE TRIO EATS QUIETLY at a table in the back. ned wonders what happened underwater, but neither of them is in a very talkative mood. they don't seem to be having a fight, though. eli would let him know if that were the case. she's never been one for sparing feelings. maybe the fact that they're both still pretty wet is what's hindering conversation.

    eli is unsuccessfully drying her hair with napkins and peter had to borrow some of flash's clothes before they left. not exactly a high point of their evening.

happy doesn't seem to notice all of these complex nuances. he bites into his mcfish with relish.

    oh yeah, he's joined them. he's not gonna wait in the car for all his trouble.

    "dude. no one orders the mcfish," ned observes, a little grossed out.

    "do you wanna drive home?" happy snaps at him.

    ned perks up, "uh...would you let me?"

    "course not."

    "then it's not really much of a threat." he deadpans.

    "son, don't mess with the bull, or you'll get the horns."

silence.

happy raps his knuckles against the formica table impatiently. "you kids these days... no appreciation for classics."

ned shakes his head. "no, i got your breakfast club reference just fine, i just don't get why you'd choose to be the principal. like, that guy was a sucker."

happy's cheeks turn an unattractive shade of pink.

    "that line about raiding barry manilow's wardrobe? that was about him. and that's your go-to alter-ego?"

  both eli and peter suddenly burst into laughter. happy has to reach into his pocket for his cardiac medication.

    ned smiles proudly. sure, he keeps strange company, but it's never dull.

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filler. lmao