jackson harris ( werewolf ) . (likefenris) wrote in light_of_may, |
At least he wasn't the only one who didn't have any concrete idea when it came to what he was doing. It was a small comfort, but better than nothing. Jackson would take what he could get at this stage. Of course, the major difference was that Lauren had been here about six months. Would it take him that long to make up his mind? Was it wise to delay that long in making a decision? "Demons?" That one stopped him short, and one brow inched upward in a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. He had heard the odd story about such things -- who hadn't by this point, especially in the supernatural community? -- but never anything confirmed.
Thankfully he'd said that before the waitress arrived, and he'd subconsciously kept his volume low, just for the two of them, when he'd spoken. "I'll have the same," Jackson told the waitress. When it came to food he was far from fussy, he would eat most anything put in front of him; he had always been that way, something his mother and, after her, his mate, had approved of if only because it made mealtimes hassle-free. "So you move around a lot then?" he asked once the waitress confirmed she had everything and headed back towards the counter and the kitchen behind it.