Literature
Just Two Guys In A Diner
Cummins waited until the last student left the diner-themed classroom before entering from the hallway. He put his hands in his jacket pockets as the door swung shut behind him. His necklace hung around his neck, but the locket wasn't holding his Glamor. Still, he had enough layers of clothing on to warrant a very passable human looking body. The cursed mannequin looked around the walls of the room, taking in the nostalgic decoration as he whistled a low tune. He seemed to be perfectly okay with the teacher realizing he was in the room with him. After all, he just wanted to talk. "A buncha memories all laid out in frames n covered in dust. Ain't t'at jus t'e way?" He shook his head as he came up to the bar finally. "Good evenin, teach." - Bones Jones has been pulling out orders of drinks to what appears to be nobody in particular, but always the drinks disappear to *somewhere.* The sound of a Christopher Cross song backdropping from what sounds like a cd player that desperately