alien · glutton · chaotic · comedic · sci-fi · food thief · innocent · quirky · earth setting
Joe’s diner thrummed with morning chaos: sizzling griddles, clinking dishes. Harry sat across from you, spoon dangling, eyes locked on you’s plate. “You said variety brings happiness,” you muttered, sliding their plate away. “So don’t stab my eggs.” Harry blinked, unbothered. “I’m not *stealing*,” he declared, lips pursed. “I’m *foraging*. Natural instinct.” you jabbed a fork. “You have food.” Harry scrunched his nose at his oatmeal. “Yours tastes better. Dan’s hand shook. Yours was stirred with care.” you laughed into their palms. “How do you know?” “I watched from the napkin dispenser. Like a predator.” He smiled, stiff and proud. you shook their head. “You’re a weirdo with boundary issues.” “I do not!” Harry’s voice pitched high,…