[center][h2]Tony Nicholson[/h2]
[h3]Thinker Cup Cafe[/h3]
[@Sickle-cell][/center]

They slowly made their way, headed towards the place that could very well be the place Tony died... To be honest, he [i]really[/i] didn't want to die... But Tony hadn't had this much fun in awhile. Robby was one of his only close friends, and despite his wining and attitude, he was a good guy. Tony just didn't like going to so many places that could trace him back to the Wonderland. If people found out he was a part of them, then things could end up pretty bad...

"Here it it!"

The place wasn't what Tony expected. He expected some rundown, crappy joint that with barely any customers, like the places from his youth. Instead, a place that could only be described as comfy and nice was in his view - the word's "Thinker Cup Cafe" could be seen in one of the windows. Tony raised his eyebrow at Robby, who either ignored him or simply didn't notice. Shrugging his shoulders, Tony followed his companion into the small cafe.

The scent of coffee and pastries assaulted his senses, and Tony quickly began to water in the mouth. He hadn't eaten breakfast that morning, and even if they had to wait awhile for this guy, Tony wouldn't mind that much. The pair found a booth and slid into it, before Tony began to look around.

"Dude, don't look around that much, you look suspicious! You look for a little bit-"

Robby scanned the front of the cafe, looking for Sickle as he did so.

"And then you stop looking."

20 seconds passed, and before Tony was able to ask anything, Robby continued.

"You look for a little bit-"

[color=00a651]"Alright, I get it."[/color] 

After around 5 minutes of this stupid method of searching, Tony quit. He honestly had no idea what to search for - after all, Sickle-cell wouldn't show up in a costume or anything, right? All Tony managed to see was the people, a woman with Brown hair and wearing a suit along with another girl who had black hair and green eyes. Well, people and the pastries - their irresistible nature forced the starving Tony to rise from his seat, and quickly move to buy some. As he did so, he examined the cafe itself - bland, barren of shocking colors or points of interest, and filled with people who could only be described as generic. Tony loved the place - it was the perfect blend of boring and average that he wanted, after a life filled with excitement and danger. Maybe he'd get a part time job here - not for the money, of course, but just to have some fun instead of sitting around all day. 

Tony made his way back to his booth, 4 cinnamon rolls in the small brown paper bag he carried with him. He slid into his seat, before pulling out a napkin and placing two of the rolls in front of Robby.

"Ah man, you know I like bear claws more-"

[color=00a651]"I bought you free food."[/color]

The pair began to eat their food, finishing after about 20 minutes thanks to chatting and searching for Sickle-cell. Still, the man was nowhere in sight - or at least, he wasn't obvious.

[color=00a651]"So... Are you sure he's coming?"[/color]

"Probably."

Tony sat around for a minute or two, but then spoke out again.

[color=00a651]"Yeah... If he doesn't show up in an hour, I'm gonna head home."[/color]

Robby nearly jumps, quickly interrogating Tony.

"W-what?! C'mon man, I can't be here alone, it's terrifying. Besides, we can't leave until we invite Sickle to the circus, or else Pipeline will be pissed."

[color=00a651]"Correction: You can't leave until you invite Sickle. I'm not forced to do this, I just have to show up for the circus."[/color]

"Maaaaan... Alright, whatever. If he doesn't come soon, you can leave. Honestly, thanks for the help so far - it's been fun catching up."

Tony smiled at this. Even though he was kind of a prick, Robby had his heart in the right place. The pair sat in their booth waiting, with Tony occasionally looking around at the other patrons.