Who: The Dormouse & Darius Black! When: Saturday Afternoon. Where: The Tea House. What: A random encounter? And sleepiness. Also, tea. Rating: Low. Status: Complete.
A mess of tangled brown hair spilled across the table top. It was attached to the head of the Dormouse, as he was currently face down on the table, slender body slumped over in a way that managed to be both graceful and look comfortable, despite the fact that he was slumped over the table. A few strands of that hair was draped right into a cup of tea that sat next to him, half drunk and starting to cool. He muttered and mumbled, things nonsensical and impossible to understand both, interspersed with the occasional word that a) was English and b) made sense.
And then suddenly he snapped to attention, lurching back up like someone springing alive after being declared dead. Wet strands of hair slapped him in the face and got stuck to his cheek. The Dormouse swatted at them absently and reached for his tea with his other hand. He made a noise of displeasure when he discovered it cooler than he recalled - and then promptly forgot about it.
Reaching into a pocket - a pocket, a pocket, one of many pockets and secret places on his person - he pulled out a pill. He was pink and speckled with blue and looked rather like candy. He popped it into his mouth, swallowed without need of a drink and then pushed his chair back from the table.
The Dormouse moved with a languid sort of grace. There was an always sleepy look in his brown eyes, as if he might doze off again at any moment. Which, well. Ambling up to the counter, he frowned at the people already there as if they had personally offended him by getting in line first. Nevermind the fact that he worked there, practically ran the place some days, and could just go behind the counter if he chose.
"I need some service here," he said in a voice that seemed to drift like a dream. The words were spoken to no one in particular, and yet everyone who was in his perceived way. "Hurry up." He folded his skinny arms across his skinny chest and tapped his foot on the floor. Which made him realize he was wearing socks, but no shoes. Oh yes, the frogs.