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(outoffire; grABS YOU AND YELLS AT YOU FROM EXCITEMENT HI)
It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for Neal to be sitting at Granny’s Diner one early afternoon, enjoying what could either pass as a late lunch or an early dinner—-who knew? He certainly didn’t seem to care to define his meal, be it lunch or dinner, as long as he could have it in all peace and quiet. He’d been hassled by curious Storybrooke inhabitants from the moment he’d arrived in town a while back, and now that things seemed to finally have calmed down, he had every bit of hope of a quiet mealtime, for once.
That hope was soon crushed, though not deliberately this time; he had seen Ruby leave for her break the moment he’d sat down to order his food from Granny herself, and just as she was about to come back, looking all kinds of preoccupied with whatever it was she was holding in her hand, she walked straight into the lamppost across from the diner. Neal immediately slipped off his bar stool, leaving his food unattended to rush outside in favor of checking up on Ruby. He found her a little dazed, but at least she looked well enough not to need any serious medical care.
“Hey—-you alright there? That looked like it must’a hurt.”
