‘I mean, with rage, it at least implies that she remembers enough for it to elicit an emotional response. He tries to think which reaction would be worse to experience. The big question was if it was even possible to carry it out? How will Lucy react to his sudden appearance? Will she be happy to see him again, or will she be furious? Would she even give him the time of day? For all he knows, she could very well not even remember him at all, just like two weeks earlier, treating him with cold indifference.Īt that thought, an internal debate begins within the former sailor. The human stops to ponder just what his plan should be next. Naser glances between Stella and Rosa before turning to face Anon with an expectant look in his eyes. Stella rubs the spot where her friend and boss struck her, but rather than looking mad, she nods twice in acknowledgment, all the while letting out a defeated sigh. “We’re here for Fang’s sake, not to play on maquinitas!”
“Focus, chica!” Rosa shouts at Stella, all the while giving the stego a light slap on the back of her head.
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Especially since they were standing in the middle of a Skin Row street late enough at night that not even the vagrants loitered around. Considering the current situation, none of the group could afford to be carefree. “Think they have a DDR machine?” she asks in a bubbly tone that makes Anon yearn for the days when he could be more carefree about life. Stella’s eyes go wide on hearing Anon’s words.
“Yes, but I don’t recommend getting anywhere near it if you value your sanity.” He lets out a grumble and snaps a scowl towards Stella. Do they have an arcade in there?” Stella inquires gleefully.Īnon’s brain brings back the memory of the maddening din of the pizzeria’s arcade the last time he was there. “That doesn’t put me any more at ease, Anon,” Naser counters.Īnon’s only reply to the ptero’s concerns is to take a step towards the restaurant’s door. “It looks much better on the inside, at least,” the human adds with a shrug. While Anon was inclined to agree, he had already been inside the restaurant, so he knew the place’s exterior didn’t entirely paint the complete picture of the establishment. Somehow, everyone seems to understand what the feisty Latina says in her native tongue, as everyone but Anon nods in agreement with her words. “❾stás loca? ¡Parece que podrian robar este lugar en cualquier momento!” she exclaims in unfiltered Spanish. Rosa perks an eyebrow in response to her friend’s comment. Reminds me Freedy Fazzbear’s or Bun’s Burgers!” Stella steps forward and approaches the bold, albeit slightly faded lettering by the pizzeria’s window. The sense of impending danger lurking around the next corner does wonders to keep one nice and sharp, however. The streets of Skin Row just aren’t the place you want to be so late at night. As he does, he can’t help but feel a chill run down his spine. “Yeah, the place looks pretty shitty, I know,” Anon answers before glancing around the street. “You sure we didn’t take a wrong turn somewhere else?” He points to the seemingly abandoned and decrepit facade of Pizza Time’s storefront. “Is this the place?” Naser asks the moment the four friends step out of the Nas-Car and into the uncharacteristically chilly night.
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