Date: Friday, December 13 Time: 4:30 PM Location: Grocery Store Status: Closed (@danaxramone)
Cain kinda likes shopping for food. It’s boring, domestic, and it’s a nice reminder that he’s got money now. Not a lot, but at least enough to eat whatever the fuck he wants to eat without thinking about how he’s going to make it stretch for the next couple of weeks because he can’t afford to buy anything else.
He’s just finished up planning out his macros and he’s started just tossing fruits and veggies into the cart at random when someone bumps into him, nearly knocking the peach he’s holding out of his hand in the process.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” he growls, rounding to face the woman behind him. The moment he actually sees her he’s on guard. He doesn’t recognize her, not really, but she is familiar. She’s got a face he might have passed on the street or seen in a crowd, and the last crowd Cain was in was a battlefield of mutant gangs in the Garfield Conservatory.
Suspicion isn’t enough to make Cain pick this woman up and toss her into the nearest hard object, but it is enough for him to step closer, suddenly growling and all menace. “Where have I seen you before?”