Danny: yeah, but I was so bad at it I was payed to stop

Danny: ….you know, I used to play the saxophone, freestyle jazz. *trying to really lighten the mood*

Auto: *of course washed his hands in a sink that was pushed into a far corner before starting work opening countless body bags, stripping the bodies of clothing, then putting them into the large furnace*

Auto: you can have a seat and watch if you want

Danny: *started walking back with you*

Danny: should we go home now?

Auto: this is where I work, I make sugar *so deeply messed with that he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing *

Auto: this is where our sugar is packaged *he went into a large metal door where you were just blasted by heat, the smell of decay, and the smell ashes*

Danny: *watched her sorta move up into your hand* cute

Auto: *brought you to one of the very large buildings that pumped out large amounts of smoke, all metal on the outside and some parts rusted before going inside being met with the first room full of large packages labeled sugar*

Danny: that’s okay *found a nice place setting her down there*

Danny: wanna pet her?

Auto: *got back to walking while eating, the one abandoned area had been starting to get cleaned up and more people coming into it*

Danny: I’m just gonna carry her to somewhere safe

Auto: would you like to come with?

Danny: oh! Okay! *he went and scooped up the small thin stray puppy before coming back and grabbing your hand again *

Auto: I need to go back to work soon

Danny: do what?

Auto: *sorta shrugged going and grabbing some weird looking food covered in an ash like powder that he ate without a second thought *

Danny: I see a little doggy.. *he was excited wanting to go grab it but was also afraid to*