[[ Incomplete]] Butterfly and Itachi; Open

[bad_luck_stray]

[ WHO ] : Butterfly and Itachi; Open
[ WHERE ]: The Convenience mart
[ WHEN ]: Now
[ RATING ]: TBA
[ WARNINGS ]: TBA
[ NOTES ]: TBA

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[black_amaterasu]

Itachi couldn't rely upon Misao or other residents of the apartments for his culinary needs anymore, but he'd heard the "convenience mart" carried various food basics and other essentials. Being someone that didn't believe in procrastination as it were, he'd taken it upon himself to go and see what could be found and what could be put to good use.

On the outside the place looked... well, not like any market he'd been to, but similar enough. It was well lit on the interior which was a plus, he supposed, but to be on the safe side he had brought along with him his roll of red tape (not that he understood at all how tape could act as a barrier against spirits).

Quietly he proceeded toward the front door and inside, having arrived after Butterfly, unaware of his presence just yet...

[bad_luck_stray]

Butterfly turned as the doors slid open with a loud whoosh, admitting Itachi entrance. Tail flickered, ears flattened, and slowly he slid back towards the shadows, not recognizing him for a moment. And then it clicked.

Oh yeah. The one from Kuronue's apartment. Him.

He relaxed, if only a little, wandering into the light, those feline eyes sliding over the human curiously from the top of his head to the strange sandals. Much like the ones Sasuke wore.

Come to think of it, his scent was similar, if different, more earthy. Like death but not quite.

"Hi there."

[black_amaterasu]

The automatic doors slid shut behind him as he entered. It was but another feature of which Itachi wasn't used to, but he attributed it to the strange object mounted over the top of the door, likely a motion sensor or something of the sort. It reminded him of the chakra field around Konoha, merely condensed and mechanized like many things were in this strange town.

It was as he was turning back toward the interior that he heard Butterfly speak up, and saw the younger male move out of the shadows. Red eyes noted the way the other's roamed over him curiously, as well as the way his nose twitched slightly, and the way his tail and ears flicked and flattened. Much like a cat...

Diversity is no issue here, he thought to himself. Kisame would probably enjoy this place.

Itachi inclined his head politely in greeting, but said nothing.

[bad_luck_stray]

He was dressed at least, instead of wearing the overalls he normally settled for. Tight black pants he had found inside the closet of the other room in Sasuke's apartment, and a tanktop that stretched a bit...but fit him well enough. Always present was that overlarge bell on the wire collar about his neck, and of course those special...accessories.

"Hunting for food too? Be careful." and he began to walk slowly, silently seeming to invite Itachi to join him on the stroll.

"Just because you make it out of here with a specific amount...doesn't mean half won't rot...somehow...by the time you get home." Tense, he slid past the parked carts, making his way towards the wall on the opposite side.

The produce section.

[black_amaterasu]

"It rots that quickly?" Certainly cause for concern, but what could be done about it?

Itachi followed after Butterfly, mostly due to the other talking and providing information about the store and strange circumstances surrounding it. He wasn't one to pass up information, particularly when it was free, so for now he would play an attentive ear. No harm in doing so, right?

His footsteps were quiet as he wandered a few paces behind Butterfly. Red eyes roamed the lengths of the varying aisles and quickly skimmed over the contents of shelves, of those that were closest, at least. They were approaching the produce section, however, and Itachi focused his attention in that direction.

[bad_luck_stray]

"It can; not always though." he allowed, his hand shooting out, grabbing at a cloth bag, hefting it over his shoulder. He'd grab as much as he could, and hopefully a decent amount of it would end up still good by the time he got home.

"Not much need for fruit..." he murmured to himself, studying what was on hand, gleaming in the dim light. It was odd enough...but he scooped up a few tomatoes, as well as apples, tossing them into the bag before moving onwards, glancing at Itachi over his shoulder.

"You never know."

[black_amaterasu]

From a rack nearby Itachi also selected a cloth bag for shopping convenience.

He wondered, however, if the food would rot before he returned to the apartment, what stopped anything from rotting mid consumption, or inside of them? Idly he pondered whether or not Butterfly or the other residents had considered that possibility, or had they simply counted themselves lucky with the rations collected and spared the curse of premature turning?

"If you do not need fruit, why are you gathering some?" the shinobi inquired, selecting from the assortment of produce a head of cabbage that looked to be in good order, as well as a couple of apples. Food that would keep, providing the fridge in his apartment worked and nothing mysterious would turn it overnight while in there.

[bad_luck_stray]

"My roommate eats healthy, and he's human. Besides, I owe him, so I'll pick up things he can eat as well." he replied in a nonchalant tone, eying the bread hungrily from where he was, where it sat, wrapped up on the shelf and waiting. In the backroom, there was the rattle of pallet jacks groaning to life and moving, but aside from a moment of tense silence that yielded nothing, Butterfly chose not to worry about them.

Food was more important, unless things started moving around him.

...Or his companion.

Reaching out, the cat snatched up a loaf of bread, adding it to the bag carefully before heading slowly towards the back wall. For all his strutting...he was careful, though.

[black_amaterasu]

Having come here expecting some form of spiritual activity or another, the pallet jacks groaning to life in the back rooms didn't disturb Itachi overmuch. It was cause enough for him to pause momentarily so that he might listen, and then resume his careful selection of produce before going to inspect the bread nearby with Butterfly.

The loaves looked to be in good order now, so he selected one and slipped it into the bag he was carrying.

"It is interesting," he mused aloud, starting down a separate aisle, "there are so many here that would not ordinarily get along, but under the circumstances... most of them are trying." Itachi thought of Konan and wondered what she liked to eat, and if he should perhaps bring something back for her, also. The woman was polite and respectable (and very capable), but they were, after a fashion, companions... weren't they?

He debated it, selecting a couple boxes of rice from the shelf, slipping those into the bag he held, as well.