[While she's already been set up with her date (ha ha you wish old timer), Jill's ears prick at a soft snuffling, barely muffled. Her pupils dilate. She jolts upright in her seat. Hunting instincts activated.
Somewhere nearby, a man is crying! She'd know that sweet song anywhere.
The shadow that falls over Wheatley's form comes from above. She's leaning over the divider from the booth adjacent. (Nanu has been abandoned at their original table, three places over.) Her crest-white grin beams on full power. Her fingernails threaten to dig holes in the pleather upholstery.]
Aaaaw, what's this? Are you crying? Huh, huh, are you? What's wrooooooong? Show me your face, you sad little man!
[His body looks underwhelming, but perhaps he's got something going on underneath those smothering geek hands.]
iii, time to put on your tin foil hat wheats
Somewhere nearby, a man is crying! She'd know that sweet song anywhere.
The shadow that falls over Wheatley's form comes from above. She's leaning over the divider from the booth adjacent. (Nanu has been abandoned at their original table, three places over.) Her crest-white grin beams on full power. Her fingernails threaten to dig holes in the pleather upholstery.]
Aaaaw, what's this? Are you crying? Huh, huh, are you? What's wrooooooong? Show me your face, you sad little man!
[His body looks underwhelming, but perhaps he's got something going on underneath those smothering geek hands.]