[ Beyond irritated that nothing he's trying is working, Bandou slumps against the side of the security booth - arms crossed and muttering to himself. What the hell else is he supposed to do?
He's just about to accept that this idea was a flop when two people rush up to the booth, obviously in distress. He leans in slightly trying to get a good look at them and hear what they're saying. Well, the lady is wearing a dress, and her hair's kinda long. And the guy with her's got a mustache. It's hard to tell what they're saying as it's all rushed and interrupted by the lady's tears, but that's gotta be them, right?
Trouble is...how does he lead them to their kid if they can't see him? ]
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He's just about to accept that this idea was a flop when two people rush up to the booth, obviously in distress. He leans in slightly trying to get a good look at them and hear what they're saying. Well, the lady is wearing a dress, and her hair's kinda long. And the guy with her's got a mustache. It's hard to tell what they're saying as it's all rushed and interrupted by the lady's tears, but that's gotta be them, right?
Trouble is...how does he lead them to their kid if they can't see him? ]