"The dump," they say, because it reminds them of it. The floor even squishes like there's water beneath it if they stamp too hard.
They turn to address the waitress. Pause. Pull out their Manly Bandanna and hand it over. "Put that over your face," they instruct. Sure, they could wear it, but they're going to be moving on. This lady works here. "And I don't think we need anything. Right?" They look at Lucas, since apparently he's been here before. Besides, it's human food. That won't help them all that much.
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Date: 2016-03-17 07:55 pm (UTC)They turn to address the waitress. Pause. Pull out their Manly Bandanna and hand it over. "Put that over your face," they instruct. Sure, they could wear it, but they're going to be moving on. This lady works here. "And I don't think we need anything. Right?" They look at Lucas, since apparently he's been here before. Besides, it's human food. That won't help them all that much.