starter for @thymelyreminder !!
His feet were beginning to hurt.
It’s just down the road, he told himself. He’d be back in time for that smutty rom-com that played late at night. But here he stood, arms full of frozen pizzas and bottles of beer, just... waiting.
It was a typical roadside continence store that stood dime a dozen in the streets -- the only discrepancy being that the clerk was mysteriously missing. Did they have a phone call? A call of the nature variety? Whatever it was, they’d been gone for a while. When the subtle amusement of the situation slowly teetered into boredom and hurting of the arms, Dante turned to the other figure that’d been waiting for as long (if not longer) than him with their own items in their hands.
“Ya know, I’ve had some extreme sessions on the porcelain throne, but this joker’s taking the cake.” He huffed, shuffling the weight in his arms. “You happen to know where they went? Or better yet, how to operate a... clerk thingamajig?“
