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Note: And you thought I would never continue it. Okay I actually have NO idea what you thought but I totally intended to update this as quickly as IC and then just never did. So today I have two vaguely pointless, rambling SPK chapters for you. and I have about five hours of Economics and three hours of History and two hours of Debate-work to do and I am fanficcing it up instead. Oh, and I have to redraft my personal statement and apply for an exam and finish my UCAS application, I also need to sleep, start learning to write sci-fi and real people, balance out my friendships with my desire to kick people in the shins, adjust my diet from just pasta and cheese to include meat and vegetables, and stop sitting around in the dark.
What the hell am I doing.
Oh, yeah, enjoy :D
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Normalcy
Prompt: 16. Food
Rester is shopping.
The store is small, and tucked well, well out of the way. Near has strange ideas and seems to operate on another plane of existence to the rest of them, but he won't put them in danger unless he has to. If Rester were inclined to paint everything with daisies and sparkles, he'd think that Near was looking out for them. Rester has hay fever, and has never really seen the point in sparkles, so he thinks Near just doesn't want to lose potentially useful help until it's good for the case.
Eggs. They go carefully into the basket, followed by milk, followed by a packet of "dry-cured" ham. He doesn't know what that means and has never taken the time to find out - but Lidner keeps telling him that's what she wants, so he gets it all the same. Coffee; now that's something he doesn't forget. Near might not touch the stuff, but the rest of them are seriously considering having their blood replaced with it. Gevanni had complained yesterday that he was pretty sure one of his kidneys had turned into a particularly large coffee bean.
Rester never shopped before this. It's bizarre, really, thinking of him as he was, doing something this domestic. But he's not that person anymore and, really, he won't ever be going back there. He'll either die in this case, or -
Either way, he won't be going back there.
He gets an extra jar of coffee. On his way to pay, he stops, and selects a few action figures from a tub near the checkout.
Everything is automatic and so, so insane when he steps back and looks at it. Today he'd buying milk and tomorrow…he could be gunning down teenagers for all he knows. Mello's face flashes in his mind, all scarred skin and straw hair. He focuses on a pack of digestives instead.
Yes, it is insane. And it'll change him forever and really, if he's honest, Rester's never felt more at home. But, honestly - shopping?