'Pino was no stranger to weird whackadoos coming into his pizzeria. (He knew The Noise, okay?) But this may or may not have been his first time meeting a talking skeleton. This one looked like he was a little too real to be an early Halloween costume.
The stout little Italian could feel that adrenaline souring in his stomach, making his knees weak. He hadn't MEANT to cower like that behind the counter, but boy, he sure was just peeking right now, huh. It looked like Judge wouldn't get his own ass delivered to him in twenty minutes or your next pizza's free--
"What-a the fuck are you." There was no rage to the question, it was laid plain, despite the small tremor in Peppino's voice. "This isn't some...PRANK, is it?"
Oh, right. Right. Not all timelines are okay with monsters. Or know about monsters. Yeah. He forgot about that part. This guy doesn't look like a threat anymore, but there's a brief second where the restaurant gets just a little bit warmer as Judge readies his JUSTIFICATION. Had to cover his ass in case the chef decided to break out of 'freeze' and hit 'fight' instead.
"skeleton monster. not a real skeleton. and nah, this isn't a prank. i actually just wanted to order, but i needed to get that joke in real quick, heh. ... didn't mean to spook your spaghetti." God dammit.
"you need a minute?"













