@docsoda ♡
here is what falls within the realm of chell’s business: her job, her general wellbeing, whether or not her socks are mismatched ( they are, if it matters ), what is on today’s grocery list.
here is what does not fall within the realm of chell’s business: why is that person picking up a frankly ungodly amount of soda ?
it doesn’t register, at first. she moseys past the aisle, basket in hand. not a care in the world, blessedly unaware of the carbonated drink section’s happenings. then, the doubletake. she throws herself into reverse, peers down the row, and bears witness to a man stuffing a third case of soda into his cart. that’s right. cases. not a bottle or two. multiple cases.
( holy shit. )
this is, perhaps, the first time in her life she has been truly awestruck. as in, eyes wide, mouth agape, shoulders slack, awestruck. is he throwing a party ? that has to be it, right ? not that it’s any of her business, but… she has to know, be sure. good god, does she have to know. chell ventures into the aisle, waves a hand to grab his attention. once she has it, she balls her hand into a fist, sticks out her thumb and pinky, and tips her thumb towards her mouth. chell raises a questioning eyebrow.
yeah. it kind of looks like she’s implying he has a ( soda ) drinking problem. honest, she’s only curious ! not judgemental. if she is judgemental, it’s taking the backseat while she unravels the mystery.











