”Damn it.. for the love of New Orleans..”

Back seemed to be hard at work. It was quite a busy day at the Funland. Pizza’s needed to be made left and right.. which sucked for him, since he was the only worker who could cook.

He looked up over the steel table he was kneading dough on, taking a small glance at the clock, then back to the dough, before hearing the double doors burst open.

”What the.. Hey! I said not to interrupt me when I’m-“

He looked back up, before noticing it was you. His mask’s eyes took a more calm shape, as its smile stayed the same- as usual.

”Oh, it’s you.. sorry, I’ve been so busy making these pizza’s, I- nevermind that.. How are you doing?”

Back would push himself off the table, dusting his hands, before washing them, and then walking towards your direction. He easily towered over you, as the mask’s eyes lit up in a playful manner.

“I haven’t seen you since the fire over at the Freight! How you doin’?”