#this is a deltarune verse if i recall correctly

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@huds-hub​ cont. from here:

Undyne had stepped out of the diner, making another round outside to check if that old friend a town over was waiting outside. It was warm. No, frustratingly hot for this time of year. A gust of wind forced her eyes shut and the tears she denied stained her cheeks. What the hell happened? Did they just... decide not to come? Did their ‘parents’ stop them...?

Maybe she should cave in and finally get a damn phone...

She didn't want to go back "home." What good was that going to do? Of all places, that "family" made her feel lonelier more than anything. Meeting a good friend from back in her elementary days would make her feel some kind of connection, at least.

Better than alone.

The child stepped back into the restaurant. What was she gonna do now? It was too early to leave. The diner's busy hour ended and there were more seats than customers. While lingering, the purple-flamed woman behind the counter grabbed her attention.

Eh... why the hell not? Undyne wanted to use that wad of bills her "family" gave her to buy something, anyways. She planted herself at the counter in front of the woman, not giving eye contact at first. Then, a quick acknowledging glance -- a neutral stare, cheeks saggy and tear-stained -- as she stirred the milkshake with a straw. She hunched over the cup, slurping the drink while looking off to the side at some kitschy framed poster of an old car on the wall.

“Thanks,” the kid muttered, barely audible.

[ Hey, anytime. ] The flame elemental signs, wiping down the countertop with a towel that smells a little too strongly of artificial lemon. There’s a particularly stubborn ring of dried soda that takes a bit of scrubbing to finally clean off, but she’s satisfied once the counter wipes smooth. 

Balling the towel up, she sets it down near the sink before turning back to the fish kid. [ You waiting on someone? ] Mara signs, keeping her face curious and neutral. It wouldn’t do to look too concerned, though it’s unlikely that she can keep her brow from knitting into a worried wrinkle. [ Lunch is almost over, so if you want to eat you should probably do it soon. Otherwise you’d ruin your dinner, yes? ]

The tears on the girl’s face are... worrying. But that alone shouldn’t make Mara concerned for her safety. No, it’s the combination of rumpled clothes, pale, clammy skin, and frazzled hair that makes her wonder just where the hell this kid’s parents are. 

She offers a grin instead of a grimace. [ Then again, I suppose you’ve ruined lunch since I gave you a shake. Sorry about that. ]