The sun was setting as Darkslide rounded the corner of 2nd onto Riverside. He ollied up onto the sidewalk from the road with practiced ease coming to a stop outside of Masullo Pizza. He steps off his skateboard, stepping down on the back of the board so that the other end pops up for him to catch and carry the board at his side. He looks across the street at the graveyard. Behind a fence made of metal rods and across a grassy lawn he could see the headstones lined up in various shapes and sizes. He was guessing they probably closed to the public around sundown, which made perfect sense, but didn't interest him except as an obstacle to overcome. That was just fine with him, though. Anyway, talking to ghosts was more than a little awkward when Sleepers were about. And metal fences were hardly a problem for a Disciple of Matter.
He was distracted from his thoughts regarding the cemetery when someone opened the door of the restaurant to walk out and the smell of food wafted out to find him. He'd skated by this place a few times before but hadn't been inside. He'd heard it was good. Sure smelled good.
He checks his watch - he's a couple minutes early - and looks around to see if he catches sight of Truce coming either which way down the sidewalk before glancing inside to see if he's already arrived and had a seat.
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