[Hob was a curious person to Morpheus. Oh, his initial bluster and bragging over avoiding Death wasn't unheard of, but that he truly maintained that perspective over the years wasn't what Morpheus had expected. Perhaps he hadn't given people enough credit to have assumed they'd grow bores with what their lives offered.
Or, perhaps Hob simply was special in that regard.
Somehow, even at his lowest, Hob held onto an optimism and curiosity about where the world might take him. That life held so much for him, even if there were moments where it sunk downward. It was a tenacity of spirit. Hob was also one of the few beings that knew what life had been like over the centuries. Morpheus was surrounded by beings that lived far past human lifespans, but they didn't live in the waking world. Hob could provide a unique viewpoint, and it was one that Morpheus could now admit he enjoyed hearing.
It was easier to let Hob order the food when the waitress approached. Morpheus merely gave her a silent nod before she departed, his gaze turning to study the familiar face of his friend. Oh, the hair and clothes changed over the years but not that particular expression. Morpheus found himself offering a hint of a smile in return.]
Morning specials. Dare I ask? [His long, thin fingers ran down the menu to find the dish in question. Normally he found food in dreams rather than here in reality.] You know I haven't even had coffee in your world.
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Or, perhaps Hob simply was special in that regard.
Somehow, even at his lowest, Hob held onto an optimism and curiosity about where the world might take him. That life held so much for him, even if there were moments where it sunk downward. It was a tenacity of spirit. Hob was also one of the few beings that knew what life had been like over the centuries. Morpheus was surrounded by beings that lived far past human lifespans, but they didn't live in the waking world. Hob could provide a unique viewpoint, and it was one that Morpheus could now admit he enjoyed hearing.
It was easier to let Hob order the food when the waitress approached. Morpheus merely gave her a silent nod before she departed, his gaze turning to study the familiar face of his friend. Oh, the hair and clothes changed over the years but not that particular expression. Morpheus found himself offering a hint of a smile in return.]
Morning specials. Dare I ask? [His long, thin fingers ran down the menu to find the dish in question. Normally he found food in dreams rather than here in reality.] You know I haven't even had coffee in your world.