Trip to the Grocery Store

[planseverything]

Characters: Bentley planseverything and OPEN
When: Saturday, 8/6
Where: A grocery store/around Paradise/possibly his apartment building
Rating: PG(may go up?)
Summary: Bentley hits the grocery store for stuffs, but being handicapped and alone is harder than he thought.

Comments

I'm going to assume this is before Medic went crazy

[last_puppeteer]

Anise was doing her housewifu dutiesgrocery shopping, knowing she'd need ingredients for meals to come during the week. Minding her own business for once should couldn't help but have a double take when she saw something out of the ordinary.

It was...a turtle...but not just any kid of turtle. A giant turtle, in a wheelchair, carting around a grocery cart.

Pushing back her amusement and deeming it a 'Paradise thing', the young woman made her way over to the...turtle.

"Excuse me, but do you need any help?"

Okay. ^^

[planseverything]

Well, giant was likely stretching it a bit, considering his best friend was a human-sized raccoon and Bentley only came up to his hip standing up...

Looking over when he was spoken to, he pushed up his thick glasses and glanced from her to the cart. Face-to-face interactions with people weren't his forte either. But she was offering. "Yes, yes if you can spare the time," he said gratefully. "I...haven't yet had to do shopping on my own."

[last_puppeteer]

She blinked when she heard that.

"Don't tell me this is your first time ever by yourself!" She exclaimed, looking slightly shocked. Though, she wasn't one to talk, she usually kept company with either Jade or one of her friends.

"And I don't mind helping, that's why I asked~"

[planseverything]

"Unfortunately it is. I only recently arrived here." Since meeting his two best friends, Bentley had only been forced to really go it alone once in his life, when he still had use of his legs. While he wasn't scared this time, it was...awkward.

"Well I do appreciate the help Miss-"

[hugmyscythe]

Here's a very confused girl. She's looking at a shelf of feminine products, her scythe in one hand and a very unamused look on her face, one eyebrow risen in what was obviously some combination of irritation and confusion.

Dead Master didn't understand this. At all. What's more, she didn't see the thrill in it. Where was the adrenaline rush? The action? The fun? What was the entire point of this ... this ... establishment if she couldn't destroy it somehow by way of an extreme battle?

Color Dead Master confused.

[planseverything]

Bentley would most likely at least catch her attention when he accidentally knocked over a stack of mac n' cheese boxes at the end of the aisle, trying to get both himself and the cart around it.

[hugmyscythe]

Dead Master's immediate and natural reaction was to instantly look in the direction of the sound, extending the arm which held her scythe and point it at the source of the noise.

And so she did just that. No shits were given as to whoever had made the noise, their mental state, their mental capacity, their strength, their fighting ability ...

It was only natural that any destruction around her meant a fight was in order. She certainly hoped her opponent was a worthy one.

... of course, as she saw Bentley, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow once more. He certainly didn't seem like a threat ... and yet, that was a challenge, was it not?

[planseverything]

Nooo...that was him trying to maneuver his cart around the mess and not having seen her. Accomplishing that, he gives the boxes on the floor a helpless look since he can't reach them.