* grocery shopping has always been something you enjoyed doing, even before you fell into the underground. it was one of the only times that you were alone at the time, and it was relaxing.

* you’re not sure why that was, but you didn’t sweat it too much. needless to say, it had always been a kind of “family” sort of occasion after your journey in the underground. you went grocery shopping with toriel the most when the barrier was first broken, but it quickly lead to a group joining you after a couple of weeks.

* papyrus had probably found it the most fun out of everyone, especially after you introduced him to the pasta aisle. but that wasn’t to say that everyone else hadn’t enjoyed themselves, far from it. undyne, alphys, sans, and even asgore had joined up after a while– even if toriel kept giving asgore “the look” the entire time. 

* the memory of sans using his powers to lift you into the air so you could reach the higher shelves, and the memory of toriel scolding you both for doing such a thing were fresh in your mind as you traveled the unfamiliar aisles, pushing a cart around with you despite the fact that your head didn’t even reach the bar for the metal device. 

* you soon realized that shopping by yourself was a lot more challenging, given how short you naturally were; and how every grocery store in koi apparently decided that stacking all the mostly sought out items on the higher shelves was a good idea. 

* which was why you were currently standing in the cereal aisle, staring up at the brand that you specifically wanted– easily a meter over your head. sighing to yourself, you opted to attempt to climb the shelves, but decided that that was probably a terrible idea when the entire structure shook under your motions before you had even put both feet on the lowest shelf. 

* hopping back on the ground, you frowned– your small hands set firmly on your hips as you looked up at the cereal that was looming over you almost mockingly. a quick glance around, however, provided you with a chance to get said cereal– a single man near the end of the aisle, his back turned to you as he went about his own business.

* nodding to yourself, your small feet quickly carried you to fall behind the man, and you reached up– gently tugging on his sleeve to get his attention.

“excuse me, sir? could you give me a hand, please?”

This place wasn’t so bad, he decided. A bit boring, if anything, but ultimately it wasn’t the worst place he’d ever found himself ending up. It was domestic, yeah, but not necessarily a bad thing. Even if getting groceries was the most exciting thing he’d found himself doing. The itch to kill, burn, maim and destroy laid under his skin but this place being so quiet just meant it’d have to just stay there like a terrible case of the clap that he wasn’t getting rid of anytime soon.

But hey! Grocery shopping! Looking for jobs! Completely fucking mundane tasks that he shouldn’t even be doing can be fun, yeah! He tried to tell himself, much to the snickering of the boxes, as he entered the grocery store.

It wasn’t the absolute worst thing in the world and besides, if it made Peter happy by getting out of his hair for the day then so be it. He’d had enough cups chucked at his face for one day. After getting everything on the list he was meandering around the store looking for whatever decent food he could throw into his basket. Like yeah, sure, what was asked of was alright but everyone could always use twelve box of poptarts in their life.

He was minding his own business and staring at the back of a box of granola bars, miles away in his own little world, discussing the importance of fruit filled bars versus actual granola with the peanut gallery in his head when the tug on his sleeve brought him back to the real world. He blinked a few times and turned jaundiced eyes down towards the kid trying to get his attention. Amazing that was even a thing, considering his royal scabbiness was bared for all the world to see but.

He did have that natural aura of Kids Fricken Love Him.

“I could give you several, short stack! Whats up? Got some shit on them shelves you need? Also don’t call me sir. I’m not a sir. I’ll take anything but a sir. That makes me feel old and I am anything but, y’know? Well. Debatable. We’re not sure yet. BUT! I would at least like to retain some illusion of youth so ‘sir’ is off the menu.” He chattered away happily as he followed the kid back down the isle and to their own cart.

Godspeed, Frisk. May your determination for that cereal outlast your patience for this dudes chattiness.

How disorientating. What was normally concrete in her mind  now flowed erratically. This city? Hadn’t she only just… Or had it been- checking the contacts list didn’t even occur to her straight away, and asking it to find people was a frustrating ordeal. How dare they… How dare they

”…Call, Wade” ring ring

“Wade..? Wade, is this you? It’s… It’s Lissandra.”

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     Okay, so, trying to test the hospitality of a certain vigilante group wasn’t the smartest idea, Wade decided as he burped for the unknownth time in the past five minutes. He lay in discontent in the chair, stomach rumbling and telling him how bad an idea it was to try and eat as much of the free food as he could. 

       But his pity party cut short when his phone started vibrating somewhere on his person. With clumsy hands, he finally found it and brought the device up to his ear. 

         “Fudge- okay, yeah it’s me whose- .    .    . “

        “DUDE! Ice queen! It’s been like forever and a half-- Where did you go?? Did you leave the city too? Where are you now? Last I heard was you had a lady friend then poof things got cold and dark. Where are you shacked up these days? Y’know, I’m not doin too shabby m’self, got the Avengers gig finally, but hey enough about me yeah no where are you?” ” 

    “You asking for a beating, Scorchmark? I’m not pretending anything.”

“Implying you could actually give me one. Okay, so let me rephrase: how’s the whole tragic backstory leading into a redemption arc under the guise of something else treating you? Any closer? No? Yes? One beep for no, two for yes. “ 

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