Morgan knows that he could have done most of his grocery shopping at the Buy More and got the employee discount, but he's here now. Yet, while looking for the coffee that he and Casey like, he stumbled upon the perfect sounding green tea in the Kroger's coffee and tea aisle. Gunpowder green tea. Perfect for Casey.
Does he even like green tea? Morgan picked up the little plastic container and peeked inside. There were seed shaped "bullets" of green tea, even better! Yet, would his roommate kill him for gifting him such a tea?
"Hey, Casey, I was doing our shopping." Morgan prefaced it off with, nervously, grateful that while he did the shopping, Casey had just gotten off of his latest mission, "And I bought you something?"
"What did you get?" Casey even looked irritated, standing before his younger roommate.
"Uh," Maybe this was a bad idea, "Tea?" Morgan rifled through the bag, pushing the container towards his roommate as if it were a bomb or a grenade, dangerous to be held.
"I don't drink tea." Casey turned the container around, scrutinizing it, as if to answer what exactly compelled Morgan to buy him tea of all things. GUNPOWDER GREEN TEA. "Really, Morgan?"
"Y-Yeah?" Morgan responded, "I thought maybe when your trigger finger's itchy, maybe it would calm you down?" Morgan begins counting down to his own demise; he's absolutely positive that Casey is going to lift him in a chokehold, until Morgan inevitably collapses, dead.
"Thoughtful." The sarcasm and the glare left Morgan already feeling as if he'd died. Maybe Casey had perfected a new, more efficient way of killing people with one word answers and cold blooded stares. That's gotta be it. Maybe Morgan should have been planning his funeral in Kroger's instead of just buying groceries.
