"How terrible, how terrible. :)" That voice was a low hiss with a hint of playfulness to it despite its owner yanking a sledgehammer out of a zombie's head. Guts and old blood flew everywhere as the hammer swung up to rest on its owner's shoulder, a man coated in even more blood and guts. Atop his head was a brown paper bag, and when he turned to face Cable a smiley face could be seen drawn on it. Perhaps it would have been out of place in a world with no zombie apocalypse.
"So many people brought back from the dead, but none of them can smile. :) Don't you think that's sad? I think that's sad. :) But I need to keep smiling and remind them what happiness looks like, or they won't have a good second chance at life. :)" A zombie approached him lazily from behind. He stomped on the foot to keep it in place as the hammer swung again. When the body collapsed, Smiley tilted his head down to observe the blood. "I can't paint smiley faces with this color. How sad, how sad. :) No happiness on the inside. No, no, no. :)"
Smiley turned back to Cable, and even with the bag over his head it felt as though his gaze wasn't at him, but the zombies behind them. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Two more friends about to hurt my new friend. :)" He started striding over, revving up his hammer when he was stopped, explained the situation. Smiley stayed still for a moment then relented and took a step back. "Oh? :) Oh, oh, oh? :) Those two are different? Unique? :) How interesting, how fascinating, how fun! :) They can smile then? They can, they can? :) May I see? :)"
"Hello, hello, hello again my friend, friend, friend. :) You work here? I bet it must be so much fun, fun, fun! :) You have such a nice smile, I bet you make your customers smile. I bet, I bet. :)"
Smiley watched Minwoo prepare the drink then looked down at it. It smelled good and looked even better, yet he made no move to grab it. Instead, he looked back at the barista. "Do you have a straw? Do you, do you? :) I can't drink this very well without a straw. :) I wouldn't want you to catch me if I weren't smiling. Oh no, no, no. :)"
When blood was mentioned, Smiley tilted his head to the side. "Blood? :) Oh my, my, my, I'm not interested in something like that, especially as a drink. :)" He gestured to the blood on his flannel. "I'm a painter! :) This is my paint. :) I get it from my friends when we paint together, don't you remember? Don't you, don't you? :) You shouldn't drink paint, either. No, no, no. :)"