Blake made his way down the spice aisle with long strides, eying the rows of seasonings with interest. He was running low on black pepper and onion powder at the shop, and a restock was long overdue. Making it to the weekend had been quite the stretch, but now that he had the time to shop he made sure to take care of it first thing Saturday morning. Hardly a soul was at the small grocery store this early, and he preferred it that way. It was easier to shop in relative solitude.
The butcher enjoyed a considerable discount given that he provided Kino’s with a decent amount of pre-cut meat from a reputable source, so he selected several bottles of each spice he needed and added them to his basket. While that satisfied his immediate needs, he still lingered in front of the row of seasonings, expression thoughtful. He picked up a bottle of tumeric and considered a bag of dried sage, imagining how a pork rub would taste if he interchanged some ingredients.
The harpy deliberated the seemingly endless possibilities for quite some time before a passing shopper made him snap out of it. Alarmed, he looked around the now bustling store, teeming with other early birds determined to tackle shopping early on. Deciding to take his leave, Blake quickly returned the few bottles to the shelves and left the aisle. The butcher was so intent on leaving as quicky as possible, he didnt notice the man that stepped around the aisle corner until they bumped into each other
“Excuse me,” Blake immediately apologized, releasing his hold on the cart handle to see if the stranger was alright. “I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?”
Sometimes, he forgot that humans slept. He understood the act, and partook in it quite often, to pass time, but he forgot that the inhabitants of the earthly plane usually did so on a schedule. His lack of need for rest usually just meant he spent nights doing whatever it is he did, mostly sitting in big blanket forts at home with his wings out and playing video games.
When Theo suddenly ran out of Doritos at 5:30 in the morning, he was of course a bit peeved. Even more so when he remembered that the grocery store didn’t even open until 6. He got up and got dressed anyway, wings in and big hoodie on, figuring it’d take him a bit just to walk there, and he could play Love Live or something until the store opened its doors.
As it turned out, he actually got there a bit late, meandering a bit too slowly through the morning rain. Once inside, he beelined for the desired chips, and then wandered a bit more, picking up his customary random items to eat. Today’s selection seemed to include green tea mochi balls, brownie mix, and an unknown third. He turned a corner to look for something else to try out and inevitably dislike, and turned straight into another being. Father damn it.
“I think I’m fine,” the angel stated, looking over himself to check for any harm. “No lasting damage done. My apologies.” He frowned as he looked in his basket, the two boxes having squished his bag of chips a bit. He sighed as he looked up at the stranger, blinking pale eyes. “Are you alright as well?”
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