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Perhaps it really wasn’t fair of him to hold the journalists and detectives that sniffed about the Pizzeria in such a negative light. They were just doing their jobs. He knew that…but.
They certainly stirred the wrong type of attention about and it wasn’t very…productive as far as things went business wise. It gave the wrong impression. Scared off customers, parents reluctant to make a reservation for their children’s special event when the reminder of the incident was brought back up.
But it wasn’t as if he were about to let his feelings be known, nervous smile plastered onto his face as he offered his only hand forward to shake the stranger’s hand, bandages wrapped around the appendage.
“I-It’s uh. It’s nice to meet you D-Detective–!” Oh god. He didn’t know the blond’s first name. Had it been offered already and he simply hadn’t been paying enough attention? He hoped not..that’d look bad on him wouldn’t it?“Uh I-I can only assume you’re h-h-here due to the M-Missing Children Incident. W-Which w-w-was really a t-t-terribly t-tragic moment but I can a-a-assure you that doesn’t reflect F-Fazbear’s in the slightest!” Expression faltered, as if he didn’t believe his own words before he forced the feeling down with a small shake of his head, “It won’t h-happen again. I can p-p-promise you that!”
