♝ — solo run
ft. @blckfirefox
three am in the morning and he’s fully dressed, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket as he makes his way to the convenience store on the first floor. bishop is a man on a mission, and even the late hour cannot distract him from his goal. honestly, this isn’t something anyone should be doing in the middle of the night, but he’s bored, can’t sleep, and… why not? he can’t think of a better way to pass the time. or tire himself out enough that he can catch a few winks before the sun rises.
as expected, the convenience store is empty. bishop picks up a basket out of habit and heads down the aisle, humming under his breath. he doesn’t need to meander; bishop already knows what he wants. the toughest part is probably picking with brand to go for. the grabs two different kinds and spends about ten to fifteen minutes debating between the two. bishop ends up going with the one he’s familiar with—doesn’t feel like trying too many new things tonight, to be honest.
he’s about to head to the exit to pay when he hears a sound. bishop turns slowly to see another person in the store and internally groans. while he’d be happy to stop and chat normally, it’s late and he really doesn’t want to answer any questions about his purchase. he tries to hide the basket behind his body, the can of whipped cream rolling around as he moves, and gives the person a brief, friendly nod. just pay and leave, no need for a conversation here. no need to make eye contact or feel awkward about his whipped cream.
it’s just a thing, okay?
