#melachronics

     A light frown, "Did you get stuck in the middle of the scrap a little ago?" oh dear saints, hopefully she wasn't. The rowdy crowd had just shuffled on through, a quick fight breaking out between the group and his little gang of misfits he follows. He stayed behind, just to make sure things were cleared. Fuck, Kaz would be pissed if he spent too much time being gone.

"i don't understand how some people eat some veggies straight. no cooking them or anything. spinach is so bitter! it hurt my tummy when i tried to eat it once. plus, some stuff like celery is just far too bland." yui scrunches up her nose. "juicy stuff like carrots are cool even if they taste weird, but at least they have a taste. i don't get how people drink tomato juice either. isn't the feeling of it weird? veggies are good when you have them with something else, but... alone? ugh! i don't get it!"

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"are you... okay over there?"

     “Gotta get back to my own kiddos and make sure the house hasn't burned down,” that and give his wife some relief from dealing with all three children alone.      Even after all these years, it still feels odd for people to be disappointed that he is leaving. Charlie is like a niece, somebody who is happy when he visits -- perhaps as well since he makes sure to arrive with a gift if possible.       “Next time, if ol' Henry allows it, you can come with him to my place and meet Evan.”

     “Oh no, not too long -- no worries.” Pale blue eyes turn towards her, hiding the glimmer of recognition. As far as anybody knows Dave Miller has no association with William Afton. Such will remain for as long as he can have a say in it.       “I am glad you came,” Dave hums, dropping the cigarette and stamping it out with a booted foot. He maintains a calmness, indifference almost in his tone. Avoiding looking her in the eyes but in the general view of her face -- his eyes are a giveaway, to reveal far too many secrets, “I know you had a personal connect to this place. Thought you'd be interested in what I found on a walkthrough of the building.”

A hug was needed, and a hug Liz can give, sitting down next to the older girl and wrapping her arms around her. "You don't have to be sorry, you know..." she states with a little huff. "You're allowed to be sad and cry and stuff, it doesn't matter who's around." It's plain and to the point, but it's the best way that she can put it. She only hopes that it's enough for Charlie to at least begin to feel better.

"C'mon. I'm not going to leave you alone until you get some real rest, so you might as well go now."