Doesn't have a twin? There's a short, audible gasp from everyone in the cafe.
The jukebox abruptly stops playing its music. The ambient movement of all the customers still. And every head turns to stare at Frisk, including Lucas's, his expression absolutely mortified.
A stricken silence stretches for a few too-long moments.
The Pigmask lets go of Lucas' arm, drawing back a step--maybe because Frisk's pushing worked, or maybe because he simply doesn't need to grab it anymore. "Well, I mean...I guess he doesn't have a twin anymore. But I wasn't going to say that."
Lucas steps away from him, still shaking his head a little. He stares down at the floor. "We're going to the elevator," he mumbles into the silence, and he glances up to Frisk for just a moment, expression unreadable, before he starts towards the second waitress's counter. There's a pair of elevator doors identical to the ones they'd just stepped out of behind her, sliding open as they approach.
The waitress fidgets, and moves aside. "Don't hang around behind the counter. You'll kick up the mold spores," she warns them weakly. Lucas moves to the elevator without looking at her. And every other face in the cafe follows Frisk as they cross the room, still staring.
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Date: 2016-03-18 07:14 pm (UTC)The jukebox abruptly stops playing its music. The ambient movement of all the customers still. And every head turns to stare at Frisk, including Lucas's, his expression absolutely mortified.
A stricken silence stretches for a few too-long moments.
The Pigmask lets go of Lucas' arm, drawing back a step--maybe because Frisk's pushing worked, or maybe because he simply doesn't need to grab it anymore. "Well, I mean...I guess he doesn't have a twin anymore. But I wasn't going to say that."
Lucas steps away from him, still shaking his head a little. He stares down at the floor. "We're going to the elevator," he mumbles into the silence, and he glances up to Frisk for just a moment, expression unreadable, before he starts towards the second waitress's counter. There's a pair of elevator doors identical to the ones they'd just stepped out of behind her, sliding open as they approach.
The waitress fidgets, and moves aside. "Don't hang around behind the counter. You'll kick up the mold spores," she warns them weakly. Lucas moves to the elevator without looking at her. And every other face in the cafe follows Frisk as they cross the room, still staring.