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(Setting) Grocery Store
| > This woman lifted her wrist and spoke to it, even though nothing was there...though somehow one could realize easily that she wasn't speaking to herself.
"Rosa...I've gone to the store. What do you want to eat? I'll cook whatever you want."
>Anyone who was familiar with augments might suppose that she had some kind of subtle setup in her wrist. Ashame she ruined it by using it in broad daylight.
| "I-Is it too much to ask for T-Tuna steak? I k-know its expensive..."
| >a nervous child's voice responded quietly, seemingly nervous about making such a request
| "I'll worry about the expenses. You need to learn how to be spoiled."
> The woman replied passively. She slipped inside of the store and looked around for the Tuna steak. Whens he found it, that immediately went into the basket.
"What else?"
| "D-Do we have any milk? and maybe s-some k-kind of snack?"
| "Ah. Milk. Do you intent to use that to grow?"
> The expressionless woman teased. Though her voice lacked any passion, its nuance was probably understood by the girl now. This one had a way with words when she teased her. That faint smile shown on her lips as she went to pick up the milk.
"What kind of snack? Be specific."
| "H-Hey t-thats just a myth!"
>A moment of stuttering passes before another coherent sentence is spoken
"M-Maybe some potato c-chips?"
| "Those have brands and thousands of flavors, Rosa. Are you expecting me to just pick a bag?"
> She replied in front of the rack of chips. She closed her eyes and waited for a proper answer. Her atmosphere alone said 'I'm not moving until you pick something'.
| "W-Well I g-guess m-maybe sour c-cream and o-onion I d-don't r-really h-have a p-prefered b-brand"
| "Not even a brand you're just overly familiar with?"
> Her wrist lifted from her side and the woman's gaze fell thoughtfully on it, her hand drooping slightly in the action.
"I don't eat potato chips. So I wouldn't know what brand to get."
| "I- I don't k-know maybe bay's? I h-haven't h-had any in a l-long time"
(cheesy name for not-Lay's lol)
| >A bandaged person walks in to the store, face also covered in bandages, only showing an eye and his mouth. He has some sort of metallic device attached around their neck, partially covered by a scarf. He begins browsing the alcohol section.
| (ooc is that AM/Shepherd? only asking cause I have to hint at something if it is)
| (It is!)
| (okay!)
"a-and could you also pick up some french fries as well as a side for the tuna"
>The girl's voice seemed to steady out. The newcomer could note from what faintly he could hear of her that the voice was very familar and one he had heard not too long ago.
| >The man hears a snippet of the conversation, and turns his head.
"Tuna? Is it her? Can't be, I heard she was shot at..."
>He murmurs to himself as he picks out a bottle of Bottom-shelf whiskey, he didn't feel worth the good whiskey.
| "and also some tarter sauce. Y-You don't have to get all that if y-you don't want to"
>The voice faltered as if the girl had realized she may be demanding too much.
>upon hearing more of the girl speak you are reassured that the girl who is speaking is none other than Tuna though she sounds not quite herself.
| >The Man casually keeps wandering the store, slowly getting to the source of the voice, until he bumps in to the turtleneck lady.
"Oh. Sorry, I just got to grab some food for my drink."
>He grabs some chips
| "T-Thank you for doing this for me"
>Tuna stammered out awkwardly.
| "Wait. Is that you Tuna?"
>AnoMeat turns his head.
| "Who's there?"
>Tuna's voice goes completely steady
"Is that... AnoMeat...? ...Shepherd?"
| "It's Anomeat. How have you been?"
| "Okay. I almost died but I'm still breathing as you can tell"
>Tuna laughs
"My injuries wore worse than I thought and though I can move around alittle if I push myself too much I could rip something back open and bleed out so im stuck being useless in bed"
| "Jesus. Oh yeah, I remembered something. you know Fenrir?"
>Anomeat laughs and sighs at Tuna's joke.
| "Yeah. Don't tell me your dumb ass got in a confrontation with them"
>Tuna sighs, alittle fustration hinted within it
| "I got one better. They are not real. GCPD used it to bag and tag me."
>AnoMeat sighs.
"I.. I don't know what to do anymore."
| "Everything will be okay"
>Tuna reassured him the best she could
"You know I don't wanna touch the cops with a 10 foot pole but shadow organization would have been worse in some ways. How did you manage to get away from them?"
| "If it makes you feel any better my now ex-employers are the people who shot me up. Not your fault in the slightest"
| "I didn't. The tagged me. I got this collar now, explosive. They can track me, see what I see and hear what I hear. Look, I don't want you in any trouble. I got to go now."
>AnoMeat walks away, to hide his sobbing and tears, that begin to form on his face.
| "I can't do anything good. I drag people in to needless skirmishes, and cause destruction. I just want to die."
>AnoMeat sobs to himself as he pays at the self checkout.
| "Hey you helped me. Don't put yourself down like that"
>Tuna called out
"You didn't mean to drag me with you but I'm here to stay. Your stuck with me you idiot. Ima kick your ass of ypu ditch me again though. You need to let others help you. this one man army mentality is what gets you in trouble. let others help you"
| "I.. Thanks. I needed that. Now to get smashed."
>AM wipes his tears, and pays for what he bought.
>
| "See you around, kid. Take care of yourself. You better be around when I get better so I can get back at you for ditching me"
| "And don't get too drunk off your ass"
| "I can't promise much."
>AnoMeat says, as he leaves the shop.
| "Yeah. Just... You know. Have a casual conversation through my wrist. I don't mind if I don't get introduced."
> The woman said with her brows knit.
| "I-I'm so sorry!"
>Tuna exclaimed frantically
"I just g-got caught up in talking I-I'm so s-so sorry!!"
| "Indeed. Well I forgive you, Rosa. It's fine."
> It was not fine.
"Now...What was it you said you liked for potatochips? Bays?"
> She was getting a bag of Roofles. Literally putting the bag of Bays back on the rack. In fact she was also going back to the milk isle and replacing the normal milk with soymilk.
| "a-are you sure? I-I'm really sorry!"
| "Mhm. I'm sure."
> The women eyed the tartar sauce and french fries she saw. She couldn't remember which brand was the worst...She grabbed the 'Great Value' brand for both. It'd be 50/50. Though eventually she stared at the bags and.....switched them back. Except the soymilk. That stayed.
"Anything else you want?"
| "N-No, I-I'm Okay. I h-have asked for too much already"
| "...Oh? I thought that you were finally getting used to requesting things a moment ago. You treat me differently than that boy."
> She replied before wandering over to pay for everything at the register.
"Very well. I'll feed you this."
| "O-Okay Thank you s-so much! I j-just didn't m-mean to u-upset you"
| "Nonsense. I'm not upset at all."
> Liar.
"I'll bring the food home soon. Sleep until then."
>She cut the connection after speaking and looked up at the man at the register. They both stared for a long moment.
"Usually steak is over cooked when it is no longer moist, right?"
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| > A woman standing at 5'7, long black hair, and dark blue eyes with black rings about her irides wandered toward the store. Her hair was done up in a dreadlock style, with the occasional unbraided silky lock hanging about, especially around her face, bangs basically. She'd pulled it all back into an unmanaged ponytail.
> Otherwise she wore a simple black turtleneck and mid length jean skirt.