Trying to get back into writing...
And I have no idea what to do. I'm working on an original piece, and I have several small mini-fics going, but...it's not getting me anywhere. And I haven't finished anything. I need to get back into things; I need to post things. I want to get back on that 100 fic challenge, but I feel like my writing's gone downhill. So here's the idea
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Grocery shopping: it wasn't fun, but it was mandatory. And while Yuri was used to having to do it, he wasn't used to having to buy for five other people, or to the fact that he had as much money as he did. All of those fights were really adding up, and he had more pocket change than he'd ever had before. And just as little self-control as ever.
Humming contently to himself, Yuri wandered back toward the inn, arms full of bags upon bags of produce. He was met at the door by their resident princess and genius mage, both of whom were willing to take some of the burden. Undoubtedly because they were hungry; it had been a long time since any of them had had a decent meal.
"Yuri, you're finally back." Karol swung himself upright off of the bed, cheeks puffed up in disappointment at how long the swordsman had taken. "What took you?"
"Sorry Captain," he smiled lopsidedly, setting the bags down on one of the unoccupied beds. "There was a lot to choose from here, and I know we all appreciate some variety."
From somewhere behind him, Yuri heard the old man groan. "You're tellin' me. Good as your rice balls might be, kiddo, we need some substance."
Yuri chuckled and shrugged, flopping down into a chair to get comfortable. "Yeah, yeah. Let's see how thrilled you stay now that you have to do some of the cooking too."
He watched as Raven rummaged through the bag closest to him, unable to keep from grinning that much wider at the look on the old man's face. "...So...just what kind of variety were you thinkin' of when you were shoppin'?"
"My favorite kind. Estelle's too."
Straightening up and carefully dumping out the contents of the grocery bag on the bed, Raven pointed one accusing finger at the pile of produce. "This whole bag is strawberries and milk."
Estelle made a small, happy, noise, and out of the corner of his eye, Yuri noticed Rita smiling as well. That sealed it in his favor then.
"We all agreed on it, and you said it yourself. You make the best cakes, old man, and we could all go for some dessert after all of that rice."
Raven groaned and shook his head, collapsing against the wall melodramatically. "Aw, kiddo...You're not allowed to go shoppin' unsupervised anymore..."
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