Roy was currently very glad that he entered the coffee shop that he was going to meet Undyne in instead of waiting outside. He had already ordered his drink as well, not wanting to loiter in the shop without paying for anything. Realistically he knew that the employees would understand, as nearly every business in Frostias had at least that one person that showed up specifically to warm up in their store at all times. That was the cost of living in the coldest region in Dearu.
Now he just had to wait until Undyne showed up, so they could talk about current events in their jobs. He had heard some stories about the crime syndicates in Frostias acting up again, but hadn’t seen any reports of it recently, so he wanted to get his hands on what information the police had gotten on the topic. So he had asked her if she wanted to talk about it when he was making these plans with her.
Of course, he had to wait for her to get there first.
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She walked in dynamically, as always. Not really trying to, but she was the type of person where, with just one click of a boot, people’s heads would turn. Maybe it was because of how loud she walked, or the fact that she opened the door and set off the small clinking of the bell multiple times. It wasn’t as if she cared.
She knew he was here, but that didn’t stop her from ignoring him in the beginning, walking up to the counter, ordering a tea, and finally acknowledging him once her drink was in between her fingers. And she drank like she’d gone without a simple beverage for years, large gulps and then slamming the paper cup onto the table with a slightly loud ‘thunk.’ Her eyes looked up at Mustang through her bangs, she looked tired.
“Well, Mustang;” her voice was as coarse and rough as ever; just the same, for those who knew her well, “whatcha got for me today?”
