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[asano_san]

Who: Keigo and Yosuke
When: Afternoon of November 29
Where: A grocery store in Sector 3
Summary: Keigo and Yosuke go grocery shopping/general teenage boy hangout times
Warnings: I can't see anything warning-worthy happening

Comments

Sorry, sorry, sorry!

[yosukecantstop]

Keigo had a tendency to still be asleep when Yosuke left for work in the morning, so Yosuke admittedly hadn't had much interaction with the guy yet. He slowly wrenched his eyes off of whatever was on television and squinted down at the shopping list. He frowned. "He wants us to go?" That sounded like some kind of scheme if Yosuke had ever heard of anything that did, but then again...he was kind of bored.

"Alright. I'll get my coat."

See, now I'm the one who should be apologizing for taking so long to get back to this.

[asano_san]

Keigo heard the doubt in Yosuke's voice. "Yes, he wants us to go. Why would I make something like that up?" He didn't share that he felt the same way about this being a scheme to get him out of the house. Like Uryuu was the only one who would like a little privacy!

He grabbed his own coat, shoved the list in his pocket, and waited by the door.

Dude we suck! Hahaha.

[yosukecantstop]

"I dunno, so you wouldn't have to go alone?" Yosuke quirked a brow playfully, but he was already by the door and tugging his shoes on. Anyway, if Uryuu was trying to get them out of the house it was probably because Shika...Yosuke shuddered and shook his head, hard. Yeah, no. Definitely not going there.

And after patting himself down searching for a few minutes Yosuke scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed. "I left my wallet at work again, so I hope you have the money for that stuff."

[asano_san]

Perfect. If Yosuke wasn't going there, Keigo wouldn't have to go there either, and no one ever had to mention all the sex that could be happening while they stood in aisle two.

"How do you leave your wallet at work?" Keigo sighed. "I'll pay for everything." He was already wondering what chore he could try to bargain his way out of later. A night of dishes? But not if it was just putting a bunch of plates in the dishwasher because that was too easy. A night of dishes when there were pots and pans and he burned something in the oven. It kept him occupied for the elevator ride down to the lobby.