> An unexpected encounter at the supermarket

seaweed-and-urchins:

seadwwellersexual:

If you noticed her wave at the cashier, you didn’t mention it. Once you were at the car, you couldn’t help but laugh when she called shot-gun. It was just like her, to do that even though you both knew it was pointless.

W-well, of course!

You laugh and climb into the drivers’ side of your Prius, turning on the car with just the press of a button. You didn’t even have to put your key in. That’s what you loved most about your car, its ability to start with minimal effort.

You laugh along with him and happily clamber into the car, hesitantly buckling the seatbelt around yourself. It’s noticeably tighter than you anticipated, but you don’t mind at all. You realize you have no idea where the McDonalds even is because you’ve never taken the time to actually go there, so this trip could be short, or long. If you two are even going to end up at the McDonalds in the first place. You don’t have any idea.

You’re practically overjoyed to see him so much more chipper than usual when the games were still going on. You don’t remember seeing one smile, or hearing even the slightest laugh or giggle. It’s almost unlike him in a way, foreign to you because you haven’t seen each other in so long, but you decide that you like it.

In the meantime, you distract yourself a moment to check your phone, and then stick it back into your hoodie pocket after haplessly replying to a text or two. Your eyes drift around the car and its interior as he turns it on.

You don’t )(appen to )(ave any sort of music in )(ere, do you? 

You ask politely, looking over to him. 

As soon as you turn on the car, the A/C is blasted as a reprieve to the hot, Florida heat. You hated the heat, really, but you put up with it because you also hated the cold. You had good things going for you in Key West, anyways, so you enjoyed it. You didn’t say anything as she replied to a few texts, and didn’t ask who she was texting. Quite honestly, it wasn’t your business, now was it?

At the question of music, though, you had to ponder for a little bit. You had three choices, really, the radio, your own CDs, or a few mix-tapes you made a while back. You chose the mix-tapes, and once you popped one into the cassette player, the beautiful sound of Emilie Autumn’s Marry Me filled the car.

I hope you don’t mind this music.

You laugh and start to pull out of the parking lot once you’re done fiddling with the music. You don’t like doing anything but driving when you’re driving, because you’re always paranoid about crashing. Or. . any sort of accident, really. You’ve been more careful since what happened with Kanaya, wouldn’t want to be chopped in half again, after all.


Domesticated silver fox
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Bruised (by gabstuhhh)

> An unexpected encounter at the supermarket

seaweed-and-urchins:

You docilely follow him around to the check out line, not having much to say. All you could really do was comment on his choice of beverage by now, and you actually like Tab, so you’re not going to. The pair of you are about to leave, and before you do, you give a quick, sheepish smile and wave lamely with a few fingers at the cashier when you notice he’s a seadweller. You’d give your number and a wink too if it was just you and your lonesome because he’s fairly good looking and you honestly don’t care if that’s shallow; but the fact of the matter is that you’re with Eridan and you just don’t see that working out. It’s too early, and you don’t feel like getting into an argument about blood castes this soon into finding him after so long, so you just continue to follow along. 

Once you’ve sauntered all the way across the parking lot (with no sign of Rose at all) and arrived to Eridan’s car, you walk to the passenger side and ask with a grin spreading, even though it’s just the two of you..

S)(otgun?

If you noticed her wave at the cashier, you didn’t mention it. Once you were at the car, you couldn’t help but laugh when she called shot-gun. It was just like her, to do that even though you both knew it was pointless.

W-well, of course!

You laugh and climb into the drivers’ side of your Prius, turning on the car with just the press of a button. You didn’t even have to put your key in. That’s what you loved most about your car, its ability to start with minimal effort.

hieroglyphsinthesand sent: yeah i saw y0ur vl0g. it was a little weird t0 watch th0ugh. cause i was there f0r s0me 0f that and yeah. but y0ure g00d at it fr0m what i did see

wwell i vvlog from experiance

an its easier to vvlog noww about wwhat happened durin the game an all

but thanks ara