[b]“Burgers and fries for each OR do you want to jus' share a plate o' cheese fries, kid?”[/b] As the sun shone outside, siblings Lilith and John sat in their usual destination for anything edible: Kate's Kitchen. They even sat in their usual booth right by the door with John sitting on one side and Lilith on the other side. As John spoke to Lilith, Lilith instead stared around the diner lazily, her right hand tugging at the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b6/c3/64/b6c364a1e9b91011bcf97bfa66997694.jpg]fishnets[/url] covering her legs as the other absently scratched at the chipping paint on the table that separated the siblings. When Lilith didn't respond, John's eyebrows furrowed together. He then loudly and very pointedly cleared his throat. This made Lilith's eyes quickly move to him, a bit wider than usual betraying her surprise. John sighed at her expression but repeated himself. “Burgers or Cheesy Fries?” Very familiar with the two options, Lilith raised her left hand, making a peace sign with a small smirk. John then nodded, pleased. “Cheesy fries it is.” He then began glancing around, most likely looking for Allison who was a friend of John's whilst her brother, Max, was considered a friend to Lilith. “You've been having nightmares...” Lilith muttered quietly to John, staring at him until he met her eyes. They narrowed for a few seconds and her left eyebrow rose, clearly questioning him. John was well-aware of the fact that Lilith rarely spoke, he had no problem with it. As far as he was concerned, she could do whatever she wants, as long as it wasn't getting pregnant or killing anybody. But, even [b]he[/b] had to admit that he missed her voice. He nearly smiled but then remembered what she'd asked him and frowned slightly, leaning forward a little as if discussing something conspiratorial. “How do you know about that?” Lilith raised her right hand, this time tapping on her ear with a somewhat mocking/teasing expression. John gave a near silent sigh of exasperation, muttering under his breath, “Right, right. Always knew you had the ears of a fuckin' bat or some shit.” But, at Lilith's glare, he figured he'd go ahead and stop avoiding the subject. After all, she'd be more likely to throw her shoe at his face than leave it alone. And say whatever you want, but a converse to the face would hurt ANYONE. “Fine, fine... I've been havin' these weird dreams this past week or so. This kinda... kinda dark hole but it has eyes and a mouth and... I've been trying to draw it but I can't ever seem to get it right...” His voice trailed off as he thought more on it, eyebrows clenching together, betraying his annoyance and confusion on the manner. Lilith stared at him without blinking for about a minute before leaning forward and flicking his forehead with all the force she could muster. And just like expected, he immediately reared back with an 'Ow!' “What the hell was that for?” John questioned his sister, rubbing his forehead although he [b]was[/b] laughing a little bit at just the randomness of the action. Lilith in response crossed her arms and gave a very cocky smirk. John narrowed his eyes at her although there was no real annoyance or anything behind the action. “You expect me to thank you or somethin'?” Lilith gave one nod. “For you flicking me on the forehead?” Another nod. “Seriously?” Slow nod. Narrowed eyes. “Well, considering you look like you're going to kill me with that napkin dispenser, I'm just gonna say 'Thank you, you're the bestest sister a man could ever hope to have' and hope that you [b]don't[/b]? Kill me, that is.” The siblings stared each other down resolutely, one more nervous than the other. But, after a long minute, Lilith gave a pleased little hum before reclining in the booth, hands in her lap. John gave an over-exaggerated sigh of relief, going limp in the booth, head meeting the table. Lilith giggled a little at his playfulness and John laughed a bit with her, although not moving from his place. He [b]was[/b] awful tired and was just gonna wait to be serviced anyway so... might as well try to catch a few Z's... OW! “Alright, alright, I'm up, I'm up,” John muttered quickly, rubbing at his sore ankle. “Would've been better off joining a soccer team or something, damn.”