"I think it's called a Dur-T Cafe, actually..." But the correction is vague, and there isn't a lot of heart in it. Not like the place isn't two steps away from being a dump anyway, after all--he supposes Frisk has a point.
Another waitress, standing at the counter at the far end, clicks her tongue when Frisk stamps their foot on the carpet. "Hey! No running inside. You'll kick up the mold spores!"
The coughing waitress accepts Frisk's offer with the same blank smile. "Oh," she says, and she simply holds the bandanna in her hand, looking at the two of them. She answers before Lucas can, expression never really changing. "No, I think you don't need anything at all. You left us behind, after all, didn't you?" She stares straight at Lucas, and raises the bandanna over her mouth to muffle another set of coughs.
Her words seem to strike him like a glancing blow; Lucas shrinks away from her, then, starting to step forward and around her. "...I'm coming back. I know I need to come back, and I will. I've been trying to find a way, but, it's taking a long time..."
He avoids both Frisk's and the waitress's eyes, the words a pained mumble--but trying to get around the waitress only has him running into one of the men in a blue pig uniform. He reaches, grabbing Lucas's arm. "Hey. You're an impostor. But I know why you look so much like the commander now! You want to know? Don't you already know too? You guys look alike as twins--" But Lucas shakes his head, trying to pull away.
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Date: 2016-03-17 08:47 pm (UTC)Another waitress, standing at the counter at the far end, clicks her tongue when Frisk stamps their foot on the carpet. "Hey! No running inside. You'll kick up the mold spores!"
The coughing waitress accepts Frisk's offer with the same blank smile. "Oh," she says, and she simply holds the bandanna in her hand, looking at the two of them. She answers before Lucas can, expression never really changing. "No, I think you don't need anything at all. You left us behind, after all, didn't you?" She stares straight at Lucas, and raises the bandanna over her mouth to muffle another set of coughs.
Her words seem to strike him like a glancing blow; Lucas shrinks away from her, then, starting to step forward and around her. "...I'm coming back. I know I need to come back, and I will. I've been trying to find a way, but, it's taking a long time..."
He avoids both Frisk's and the waitress's eyes, the words a pained mumble--but trying to get around the waitress only has him running into one of the men in a blue pig uniform. He reaches, grabbing Lucas's arm. "Hey. You're an impostor. But I know why you look so much like the commander now! You want to know? Don't you already know too? You guys look alike as twins--" But Lucas shakes his head, trying to pull away.