Rocket walked gingerly but speedily from table to table. While his passion was cooking, he knew he had to work his way up, even in an establishment owned by his uncle. So... he served drinks and food. It was busy today and on top of it all, Sans kept reordering ketchup, which was kind of a nuisance since ketchup didn't cost any money. Still, he worked.
By the time you entered, there were few customers left. Rocket's eyes could be seen through the pink flames that made up his skin and hair, but only because his eyes were a bright white. He blinked as he looked at you, holding an empty tray in his delicate hands. "You... You're a human!" he squeaked, the flames on his head doubling in size and flickering rapidly. "How... Did you get here? Y-... Oh my gosh! You're in danger!" he realized. "King Asgore wants humans!!" He set the tray down and took you by the hand, leading you to the back. His grip on you was cool to the touch, unlike regular fire. It was also firm. He wasn't letting you go.
By the time you entered, there were few customers left. Rocket's eyes could be seen through the pink flames that made up his skin and hair, but only because his eyes were a bright white. He blinked as he looked at you, holding an empty tray in his delicate hands. "You... You're a human!" he squeaked, the flames on his head doubling in size and flickering rapidly. "How... Did you get here? Y-... Oh my gosh! You're in danger!" he realized. "King Asgore wants humans!!" He set the tray down and took you by the hand, leading you to the back. His grip on you was cool to the touch, unlike regular fire. It was also firm. He wasn't letting you go.