Tatatata!

[foundtheindies]

 Who: Afonso and his "sugar baby"
When: July 17th, in the afternoon. 
Where: Liberty grocery store.

What: Shopping. It starts on a teenager's never ending stomach, and then it all spirals down from there.

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[nas_tintas]

"Caralho, já era," Luciano whispered solemnly, eyes wide and he himself feeling ridiculously small beneath the high ceiling of industrial pipes and unforgiving lighting beaming down on the plain white linoleum.

It felt like being ushered in somewhere to greet your death while being surrounded by life-giving substances in brightly coloured wrappings.

Luciano took a cautious step forward, wary of setting off some trap as if he were in some kind of modernistic Indiana Jones film and this supermarket was the Temple of Doom. (Stranger things had been seen on his auntie's telenovelas.)

Predictably, nothing happened. Therefore, he felt a bit more comfortable taking another step forward (and only jumping a little bit when the automatic doors closed behind him).

The aroma of baking bread and confections wafted through the air and the Brazilian teenager was immediately struck by the realization that he was starving, weird feijoada or not. The longing for pão de queijo hit with merciless force. Luciano immediately ducked down the first

[nolloreparami]

Martin, however, was no less than enthralled as he stepped inside the huge, brightly lit supermarket. Aisles upon aisles of cans and jars filled with everything one could possibly never need lined the shiny tile floors. There was pre-made everything. Dough for pizzas, dough for empanadas, and none of it looked sketchy or gross (until he looked at the ingredients on some of the packages, however.

It had taken him a while to realise, however, that he'd moved away from Afonso and Luciano, and when he returned hurriedly to Afonso's side, he realised that Luciano was gone.

"...Ave maria," he breathed, attempting English again, "Where he went to?"

[foundtheindies]

Where did he--

Afonso had looked away for half a second and that monkey boy was already gone! It was more like taking care of a toddler than a bratty teenager, and Afonso put his hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples. At least the blonde one had stayed in his line of sight, right? Pushing the cart he'd grabbed forward, Afonso started looking between the aisles for Luciano, turning his attention to Martín