It had taken quite a bit of coercion, a skill Braska knew he had but did not often use, to pull the man out of his lazy stupor, but he had done so, ensuring that their trip would go as quickly as humanly possible. The walk there had been short and, thankfully, eventful. But things seemed to take a turn for the worst as soon as they made it inside.
Braska watched- half in horror, half in disbelief- as he watched his friend precariously place himself all the way inside the cart’s basket. It took him a moment to truly register that such an event had actually occurred and it wasn’t until he heard the muffled whispers- some not so muffled- coming from the shop’s other patrons - all of which were looking on with disdain- that he was able to shake away the shock and force himself into action.
He wouldn’t argue with him, not in public. He knew well how that would go. Thus, with a jolt of force, Braska hastily made for the bakery, pushing the full-grown adult far less quickly than he would have liked. As soon as they were away from the store’s front, safely behind an aisle, he let go of the cart with a sigh of relief. He watched it coast slowly to a stop; then, he looked away, scanning the section for any of the items he had come for.
There. Across from him, he saw a fresh-baked baguette. Check. He grabbed it and then turned back, almost surprised to find that Jecht was still there… and still in the cart. He approached him calmly, scanning around him for any room that might be left… and fit for a loaf of bread. Finding none, he was finally forced to ask, though he was sure he already knew the answer.
"Would you mind holding this? I’d rather it not be sat on."
Jecht smirked inwardly at the look on the summoner's face when the other saw how he managed to wedge himself into the cart. That was exactly the reaction he was going for. Jecht didn't want to be here, he wanted to be back at the house sleeping, so he was going to give Braska a reason to never drag him along again.
The whispers of the patrons didn't bother the blitzer in the least; in fact, he loved bringing the shock value to peoples' lives and loved it even more when they talked about him. To make it even better, he acted like nothing was out of the ordinary and everything was perfectly naturally as Braska pushed him along with a bit of hast.
When they had reached the bread aisle, the brunet blinked as his cart coasted along and finally came to a stop. Ah~ Braska was being passive aggressive again; hoping that Jecht would take a hint and stop embarrassing him. Nope! Not today!
Jecht took a moment to look over the pastries on display before reaching out and plucking a roll off the shelf that looked appealing. For a moment, he mused over the idea of simply biting into it but he knew the extent of Braska's patience and exactly how far he could push the other before he got whacked on the head with the summoner's staff.
Looking up when Braska spoke, Jecht nodded and took the loaf, setting it in his lap.
"Oh yeah, I want this one too." He sat the roll right beside him without even asking further.
