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Since when did pizza places hire floating faces? Since now, apparently. Mime had managed to SOMEHOW get hired at a pizza place as a delivery person, and they were planning on trying their best to maintain their job, as money does NOT come easily or for free in these times, which they were doing rather good for the past few days.
...until a specific someone ordered a pizza from the pizza place they worked at on a rather uneventful day. And just for the sake of the joke, they were willing to risk being fired and/or being beaten up till they were black and blue.
Of course, Mime was waiting at their station thing, checking the orders they had to deliver, and a specific one stuck out to them. They very quickly got it and checked the address they had to deliver it, and the name of who ordered it as well.
...holy shit its ire.
Mime begun grinning deviously, taking in mind how Ire would react to realizing that Mime ACTUALLY HAS A JOB and wasn't just bluffing. They begun snickering quietly, mumbling something to themselves about "imagine the look on its face". They quickly went to collect the pizza they had to deliver to the house that they and Ire (and basically every other entity ft Sinner) lived in. and got ready for delivery.
"They wouldn't be angry that I'm a pizza delivery man anyways, just shocked, maybe," Mime thought to themselves, giggling quietly to themselves before putting the freshly baked (and nicely packaged in a brown box) pizza in the container that was stuck on the motorcycle they had to ride to deliver each pizza to each house, and begun making their way towards the house.
Meanwhile, with Ire, they were just lazing around in the living room, ready to pay for their pizza with a $50 bill. It was just a hawaiian style pizza, which they SWORE was fire and everyone who hated it because of the pineapples were wrong and don't have any good taste. They COULD have just cooked a basic dinner, but the kitchen was pissing them off for no reason lately.
They knew the pizza shouldn't take very long to be delivered, since the pizza place was just a few blocks away from the house they resided in. And by the house, they meant Sinner's house that they and the other entities just live in after the original events of Grace.
It felt oddly convenient Sinner lived so close to a pizza place. But maybe it was just built recently and Sinner didn't just strategically buy a house close to a pizza place because they were lazy, albeit they wouldn't doubt it.
It should take maybe a few more minutes, unless they suddenly got quicker delivery people, which... probably not. They could wait a little bit though, if it meant they could get that wonderful medium-sized hawaiian pizza they were craving basically all day by now. Yummy pineapple on pizza. And pineapple in general. And pizza in general too. Combined they're yummy and separate they're yummy too. mmmmmpziza
Their thoughts derailed into them gushing over pineapple, pizza, and pineapple on pizza for a good 4 minutes, before they got snapped back into reality because of a motorcycle beeping outside the house, indicating the pizza was here already.
"ohshit- IM COMING" Ire yelled to practically nobody, quickly getting up and running towards the front door, quickly opening it while holding the $50 bill.
...Mime was at the front door, a visor on their (nonexistent) head, a pizza box in their hands, and a smile on their face, not a face customer service smile but their usual smile.
"Medium hawaiian pizza for Ire?" Mime said, that same charismatic and smug tone in their voice as they slightly pushed their hands towards Ire, as if saying that they KNEW this was Ire's order.
"...YOU GOT A JOB???" Ire shouted VERY loudly, their eyes widening from shock and their jaw dropping from the same, too. Mime? Having a JOB?!
"Yup. Charm works wonders, and that's something you don't have~" Mime chuckled, carrying a tone of smugness and playfulness whilst speaking. This mildly irritated Ire, but they also wanted the pizza so they couldn't afford to assault Mime YET. "20 dollars, by the way."
"Shut up and give me the pizza, gayboy." Ire snapped, shoving the $50 bill at Mime's face, who very cheerfully put the pizza box in Ire's hands and taking the bill in a very animated manner.
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving, here's your change. Tell Sinner I say hi!!" Mime gave Ire $30 in change (AKA a $20 bill and a single $10 coin) before walking away from the front door and hopping back on the motorcycle. They also waved Ire goodbye before driving away.
Ire just stood there, processing what had happened and what they had learned.
"...this piece of shit." Ire scoffed, closing the front door while holding both the pizza box and their change.
Well, atleast they got their hawaiian pizza. mmm yummyyumyuym