Kristof Nast (![]() ![]() @ 2018-04-27 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, [plot] au 2, kristof nast (wastheheir), ~2018 april, ~40 points, ~~~sonja belikova (belikovas) |
Who: Kristof Nast and OTA
What: Running errands
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Walmart
Warnings: TBA
Status: Open/On-going
There wasn't a time he set foot in Walmart that Kristof didn't at least fleetingly think about how the mere fact that he was in the store in the first place would give most of his family heart palpitations. Almost entirely across the board, save for his kids. And he definitely wasn't surprised by that reaction -- he had been a bit of a snob, alright more than a bit of one, for his entire life up til the past few years. And even now he was when it came to some things. But he'd mellowed. Having a kid had helped with that, for one thing. Having his family in general had helped, for another.
Things had started getting weird again in town, and he was admittedly hanging out in Walmart for a little while longer than he needed to -- largely until he figured out who of his loved ones was affected and who wasn't. Because this particular brand of strange? Was kind of hit or miss on how it affected people, if he remembered right.
And hey, it was an excuse to stand there and stare at the ice cream for a while. Who didn't like that? Even if he'd have to share at home.
He was reaching for one of the freezer doors at the same time as someone else; he pulled his hand back. "Sorry about that," he said with a slight smile.