Her heels click against the tile of the store, muffled only when she manages to reach the rug. The sound isn’t as startling as it was once was, something she privately acknowledges while the pair of them back and forth about mundane things and otherwise seem a little bit uncomfortable.
It’s a way of life, she supposes, one she thinks she prefers over being recognized.
“I can’t eat ham, so its pleasures are lost on me, unfortunately. Mushroom is a good idea, though.” Really, the idea of ham brings a visceral disgust that leaves Amalie smiling apologetically to avoid making a face instead.
“Mushroom and green pepper, I think I’ll do that.” Amalie waves a hand. “You can go ahead, I need to get my wallet out.”
there’s a lull between them, despite their discussion. sure, it’s uncomfortable. they’re strangers and they’ve turned unconventional small-talk into a rendezvous for pizza. liquid has been in worse situations with worse people. this could be worse.
he’s placated by the fact that this might as well happen, given everything else. liquid puffs a half-laugh, but it doesn’t reach his lips or eyes. it’s more of an airy scoff, nothing with venom. utterly bland.
“ham isn’t a delicacy by any means by my standards. you’ve little pleasures to be astray from.” did he just admit that he eats a topping on pizza he doesn’t really care for? “mushroom is perhaps its saving grace.”
nodding, liquid snake steps up to the cashier, who has been staring at them since they were loitering outside like two scarecrows. she seems a bit uncomfortable herself. the irony of the situation is ridiculous and the smell of grease in the air pairing with how inhospitably shrill the overhead lights are buzzing, liquid snake feels like this could very well be hell.
“two slices of ham and mushroom pizza. please.”
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