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You know how Sam sometimes comes in with that kicked puppy face, and ~~the mun thinks~~ it's adorable? Well, you're in luck, because now he's coming in with an adorably sleepy face. Also, pajama bottoms, because as much as he'd like to meet the people in charge here, he is not planning on breaking that particular rule. No shirt, though. He'd really like a shirt. In fact, once he opens his eyes long enough to register that he's in Milliways instead of his house, he goes shuffling towards the bar in search of fashionable covering. Or, you know, any kind would be nice.

Pardon him if he bumps into you on the way. He's not really fully awake yet.

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He bumps into Moist who's on his way to a table in a tweed suit that's ragged around the edges and some glasses,

"Careful, I almost spilled my beer on you,"

As he speaks, Moist puts a hand out to stop Sam.

Blurgh? Blurgh. He peers at Moist, blinks, and attempts to re-organize his route to the bar in such a way that it doesn't involve getting drenched by other people's drinks. "Sorry."

"Its fine, sit down and I'll get you some coffee,"

Moist tries to propel Sam into a nearby chair.

He brightens up a little. "Sure."

CAFFEINE! Sam approves of this turn of events.

"How do you like your coffee?"

Moist sits down himself and looks for a wait rat to order coffee and a pastry for Sam.

He lets his head hit the table with a thump. "Black's fine."

"Right. How awake would you like to be?"

"" he says.

It's anyone's guess what that means.

Moist nods and orders a regular coffee not anything from Klatch,

"Do you want a pillow too?"

"Mph."

Free interpretation: all the cool kids are doing it these days.

With a sigh, Moist takes off his jacket and folds it under Sam's head as the rat returns with a strong black coffee with a pastry beside it.

Mmmm, pillow. G'night, folks!

(What. He's a teenage boy, he needs his twelve hours of sleep.)

Moist starts drinking his beer and eating the pastry, Sam's coffee is going to get cold.

That's okay, he's kind of passing out again here.

This might not have worked out as well as one could hope.

That's fine with Moist, he has some work to do and starts doing some writing and occasionally glancing at Sam. He's done his noticeable good deed for the Milliways' day.

Pardon him if he snores slightly.

He's ignored far worse and has a delicious pastry to eat.

Left to his own devices, it takes Sam about half an hour to rouse again.

"?" he says.

"Your coffee's cold,"

Also he probably has interesting marks from the tweed jacket on his face.

That's cool, he can live with that.

Thankfully, as he squints at his coffee cup, a waitrat takes pity on him and replaces it with a fresher one.

The plate that once held his pastry has since disappeared and Moist has been reading The Ankh-Morpork Times,

"Have a good rest?"

He shrugs a little. "Good enough."

Ahhhh, life-giving coffee. He loves you.

Moist shrugs and returns to his paper, this boy clearly needs his coffee.

"Whoa, careful, dude."

The mun can't think of any interesting details to add to Enzo's being bumped into, but suspects that will not be a problem.

He almost walked into a green kid.

Huh. "Sorry," he says, and then blinks. Maybe he's still asleep.

Enzo knows that look, with or without the added fatigue.

"Go ahead. Say it."

"Are you related to Kermit?"

Yeah, he's not really awake yet.

"Do I look like a frog?"

(Fortunately, between his girlfriend showing him A Muppet Christmas Carol and the Karaoke Machine making him sing It's Not Easy Being Green, he at least gets the reference.)

"No."

Beat.

"Uh, sorry."

"Ahh, it's cool. You're tired."

"Yeah."

Still, calling someone a frog is pretty uncool. He really is sorry.

Unless they actually are one. Then it is perfectly reasonable, if unnecessary to point out.

Still, Enzo is entitled to razz him just a bit. "Seriously, you look like a zombie process. Do you need me to carry you?" He could do it, too.

"Nah, I'm fine."

If a bit out of it and stumbly. "So what are you?"

He's cool with answering the same question, so he figures it's probably okay to ask.

"A data sprite. A computer program, a digital lifeform, however you want to put it. And no, we're not all green."

...Well, that does a lot more for waking him up.

He grins. "Cool."

Enzo grins back. "Thanks. A lot of Users are like..." He lets his entire face goes slack and mutters, "Whut."

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