Well, people didn't usually take to his portal idea first thing. What a welcome surprise! Erebos strutted through with nary a worry, popping out in the parking lot as if he were a parked car. In fact, once everyone exited the portal, he took a moment to grab the swirling circle by its edge's smash it flat, and rearrange it. Moments later, he had a cool muscle car. Black with gray interior. It had no reflection from the sun whatsoever, but it looked sick regardless.
"Meal's on me, gang." Erebos flashed a wad of cash, and then stuffed it back in his pocket, before walking into the diner promptly. The inside was quaint, though it did have a sort of 'greasy spoon' vibe to it. Flagging down one of the waitresses, Erebos requested a table, and waited at the front for a while.
"I hear they have a good country fried steak here. With the gravy and stuff? You guys ever have one of those?" Erebos nodded to himself contently. "You think a milkshake would go good with a steak? Feels way opposite. Maybe I'll just get a soda... If they have good soda, that is."
While they waited for a table, Erebos' gaze kept itself on Om. Or Yogu. One of the two. They were the same body, but he couldn't quite put a finger on what was up with this guy. Once they cleared his amnesia maybe they'd solve the conundrum. Until then, though, they could chow.
"Are you allowed to eat at a diner?" He turned to Mister Steel. "Your training regiment, I mean. Does it allow for greasy fatty food?"
Last Edit: Sept 18, 2024 14:39:13 GMT -5 by Erebos