It wasn't sarcasm.
If he stretched it, maybe a somewhat snide comment with the "professionalism" line. But not in the way he wished.
The sign was different.
The sign was completely different.
After Sorano left, Cobra could barely contain his desire to leap out and check on the sign. Her strange comment at the end had left him uneasy; with all the weird happenings going on the past few days, he wouldn't be surprised if the sign had been tampered with in a crude way by neighborhood punks. Hey, if they didn't, he would have.
Well, it wasn't tampering…it was a straight-up replacement.
Gone was the monstrous blob with a face only a mother could love, instead a lively portrait (with features reminiscent of the previous blob) stared ahead of them with a content smile. It was handsome while also being pretty, a sort of androgeny to the form that further solidified the anonymity of the people running it. (Worryingly, he did spy another figure, equally pleasant to the eye but with a tight line for an expression, on the other end of the sign). The name of the establishment was also rewritten, and while before (if pressed) Cobra might have described it as elegantly simple, the level of craft between the scrawled out initial words and the flawless cursive adorning the sign was like two separate realities.
"Doctor Love-It's and Fix-It's Booth" rang proudly as the updated store title, and all Cobra could do was gawk openly. Soon, his open mouth twisted into a sneer. The sign in of itself wasn't the problem…it was that it definitely wasn't like that this time yesterday.