I grab a new seat, I don't like the one I got
Who: This emo kid mademyhell and that emo kid hexyoutotuesday
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: A conveniently located grocery store.
Summary: Food is needed. Trauma forces Jinx out of her hidey-hole to go get it. An ex-supervillain and a hero-in-training and your local shopping center. This can only end well.
Warnings: Language. Grocery store humor. Violence toward condiments.
Why did Jinx need to go shopping for food anyway? It's not like she ate everything in the house. If anything, it should be Claudio doing this. Even though Claudio was probably never leaving the house again, he was still the one who tore through frozen food like it was going out of style. Why was it the boys she knew could live off nothing but Hot Pockets and Mountain Dew for months? Which made her wonder why they ever bought anything else. She just ordered out and ate protein bars. It's not like she couldn't get that herself. But no. Here she was. With the emo boy. At the grocery store. Comparing jars of peanut butter.
"Can we go yet?" she grumbled, glancing over at their practically full cart. Well, it had a loaf of bread in it. Wasn't that good enough? Prisoners lived off of that much for years. They'd just grab a water bottle on the way out and be done with it.
Food was not something that was on Jinx's mind much recently. Obviously, from the weight she had lost. She looked more unhealthy than usual in skinny jeans, boots and Yukimi's old, oversized jacket. Her hair had gotten long, so she pulled it back into a large, messy ponytail. With no makeup on, she looked like she was not even trying today. She just wanted to sit in her room and be left the fuck alone. But instead? She was weighting out the difference between All-Natural Jif and Regular Jif. The only fucking difference was high fructose corn syrup and, evidently, three dollars.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: A conveniently located grocery store.
Summary: Food is needed. Trauma forces Jinx out of her hidey-hole to go get it. An ex-supervillain and a hero-in-training and your local shopping center. This can only end well.
Warnings: Language. Grocery store humor. Violence toward condiments.
Why did Jinx need to go shopping for food anyway? It's not like she ate everything in the house. If anything, it should be Claudio doing this. Even though Claudio was probably never leaving the house again, he was still the one who tore through frozen food like it was going out of style. Why was it the boys she knew could live off nothing but Hot Pockets and Mountain Dew for months? Which made her wonder why they ever bought anything else. She just ordered out and ate protein bars. It's not like she couldn't get that herself. But no. Here she was. With the emo boy. At the grocery store. Comparing jars of peanut butter.
"Can we go yet?" she grumbled, glancing over at their practically full cart. Well, it had a loaf of bread in it. Wasn't that good enough? Prisoners lived off of that much for years. They'd just grab a water bottle on the way out and be done with it.
Food was not something that was on Jinx's mind much recently. Obviously, from the weight she had lost. She looked more unhealthy than usual in skinny jeans, boots and Yukimi's old, oversized jacket. Her hair had gotten long, so she pulled it back into a large, messy ponytail. With no makeup on, she looked like she was not even trying today. She just wanted to sit in her room and be left the fuck alone. But instead? She was weighting out the difference between All-Natural Jif and Regular Jif. The only fucking difference was high fructose corn syrup and, evidently, three dollars.