[Restaurant invasions are one of the few things that are actually familiar to Hermes. He's done them before, at the Chinese takeouts and sushi bars and delis near his apartment in Chicago. Those required stealth. Here...well. Here people were surprised but he'd yet to find anyone attempting to kill him. No Boss around to feed him either, so no real benefit to hiding his identity. This time he'll even walk through the front door.
He waddled his way into the restaurant, scanning for unguarded food. Few people in here right now. Maybe he could bully someone into feeding him. Hermes set himself to crawling up the side of a chair, tentacles lengthening and contracting until he was staring a plate of chicken right in the face.]
[at restaurant]
He waddled his way into the restaurant, scanning for unguarded food. Few people in here right now. Maybe he could bully someone into feeding him. Hermes set himself to crawling up the side of a chair, tentacles lengthening and contracting until he was staring a plate of chicken right in the face.]
Going to finish that?