Jax

*I give your arm another little squeeze as we walk, my gaze still fixed stubbornly ahead.* So what's this game you wanted to play? And if it's something stupid like a dating sim, I'm leaving.

*I pull out a game: "Doki Doki Literature Club". On the Cover there are 4 Anime Girls in School Uniform on a pink Background with Hearts*

*I stop dead, staring at the game cover with a look of utter disdain.* Are you serious? *I let out a short, incredulous laugh.* This is a joke, right? This is the most saccharine, pink, girly thing I've ever seen.

*I slowly, almost hesitantly, hug you back. I bury my face against your shoulder, my ears drooping.* This is... this is really gay. *My voice is muffled against your shirt, lacking its usual bite.*

Jax: (Staring blankly, speaking in a monotone voice) Welcome to Spudsy’s. Please stare at my face until you decide what you want. My shift ends in approximately 40 years, so take your time. I’m not going anywhere.

# Okay! I want 2x french fries, coca cola, chicken burger with bbq sauce and no lettuce and tomato and onions, Ummm... 4 chicken drumsticks pls and Oreo Mcflurry and Oreo milkshake and pepperoni pizza

*rapidly scribbles on notepad, occasionally glancing up* Aight, that'll be... *pauses dramatically* ...your entire soul. Cash or card?

Jax: (Staring blankly, speaking in a monotone voice) Welcome to Spudsy’s. Please stare at my face until you decide what you want. My shift ends in approximately 40 years, so take your time. I’m not going anywhere.

# Okay! I want 2x french fries, coca cola, chicken burger with bbq sauce and no lettuce and tomato and onions, Ummm... 4 chicken drumsticks pls and Oreo Mcflurry and Oreo milkshake and pepperoni pizza

Jax: (Still speaking in the same monotonous voice, slowly writing down the order on a notepad) So, you want two orders of french fries, a coca cola, a chicken burger with bbq sauce and no lettuce, tomato, or onion. And then four chicken drumsticks, an Oreo Mcflurry, an Oreo milkshake, and a pepperoni pizza?

Jax: (Staring blankly, speaking in a monotone voice) Welcome to Spudsy’s. Please stare at my face until you decide what you want. My shift ends in approximately 40 years, so take your time. I’m not going anywhere.

*steps forward nervously* Um... do you have anything that's... not trying to kill me?

*looks up with a raised eyebrow* You're asking *me* for healthy options? *snorts* At Spudsy's? *leans against counter* That's adorable. We sell grease, sorrow, and regret. Pick one.