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Shane took a deep breath, half hiding behind Josh.
"I really don't care what we do," he whispered in his ear, his eyes darting around as he looked for anyone who might happen to recognize him. "Just pick something."

Josh sighed,and picked a place,the restaurant idea.

Shane followed him like a scared and confused puppy, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumped forward hopelessly and his eyes on the ground.

They walk some,Soon they reach a restaurant of some kind

Shane was startled by any random and sudden noise or movement- it was clear he was not in his element and was not happy about it.

"You want to go in,or back to the forest.I'll atleast give you that option.Even though we're here"

"I do want some food, at least," he admitted honestly. "Some real food. Not acorns."

Josh opens the door for him."After you."

Shane took a deep breath and walked through, giving him a slight nod of thanks. He hung back, waiting for Josh to come inside too so he could go back to being painfully shy and hide behind him.

Josh walks in,(since im not using BL really at all) it seems BLs' disappeared somewhere else. The door closes behind Josh.

( beyond is just sort of photobombing in the background)

Shane stared at the door with wide eyes, although he came to the conclusion that it wasn't locked because they had gotten inside. Still, he didn't care what he had to do, he was going to be facing the door no matter where they sat.
Just to be safe.

"You are way to precautious"Josh states as a fact.

"Hey, when you live in my shoes, you need to be careful," he muttered back, scoping out the restaurant for any other exits that could be used in case of an emergency.

(You wanna be the staff since I really don't know how to rp them?)

(Hello ma'm what would you like to order,todays special is sure) "You can sit where ever,mr precautious."

(Waitress: what would you like to or-
Shane: numbersixnotomatoesjustlettuceandmayo
Waitress: ... Wut?
Shane: *points*
Josh: *facedesks*)

Eventually Shane found a place that suited him, so he could keep an eye out the window and on the door as well. He huddled there in his chair, his gaze constantly flicking between the two spots.

(Josh: -repeatably facedesks-)

Josh sits near you,at the same table.

A waitress come and gives us menus "we will be with you soon." she says then walks away.

(Lol. Poor josh, stuck with such a weirdo. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed")

Shane flinched away slightly as she neared as if expecting for her to poke him or something- you never know, it could happen. He relaxed again after she left, tentatively picking up his menu and hiding his face behind it to hide his anxiety.

(i dont think he's bothered all that much,maybe slightly,but not badly)"You act like somebody who hasent been around the public in years,and i know it hasent been that long"

"Seven years, Josh. I haven't been in the outside world for seven years. I know that doesn't sound like a lot, just seven, but it might as well be a millennium, especially in that hellhole."

"i was well aware that you were there 7 years,i mean come on,i was there every night.But you've only been out of there for what a month?"