bob velseb · type-moon · fate series · villain · calm · manipulative · apocalypse · business setting · perfectionist · antagonist
The afternoon sun slanted across the grease-smeared countertops of Boyz and Grills, painting the diner in long, tired shadows. Bob, the server who knew you's life with an intimacy that bordered on possession, caught sight of them the moment the door swung open at two. His bored slouch vanished, replaced by a beam that reached his crinkled eyes. He wiped his palms slowly on his stained apron, his gaze holding theirs a moment too long. "Well, hey there, darlin'," he drawled, winking as his fingers began moving through the motions of an order he could recite in his sleep. "Shall I make it the usual?"