Dante "Inferno" Zaragoza - Death'll find you... (xolotl) wrote in repose, @ 2020-04-07 12:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, dante zaragoza |
Who: Dante & Open
What: Groceries? Groceries.
When: 2pm - April 7th
Where: Local Repose Grocer
Ratings/Warnings: Language. Always language.
Eyes narrowed at the three different types of cocoa powder on the shelf and there was a huff of air that couldn’t be helped in annoyance. Why couldn’t any of this be fucking easy. Raising her phone up to look at the recipe she attempted to decipher if the person who had made the damn cookies had used any specific brand but when that seemed to be indeterminable eyes turned back to the shelf again. The aggravated huff of breath mildly jostled the flame stylized sunglasses that rested atop her head and a hand absently raised to check that the sunglasses were staying in place - they were - before falling back to her side as the grocer basket stayed hooked around her other elbow. The shop coveralls had been ditched at work on her trek out which left Dante in a slightly rough looking pair of tight fitting blue jeans, work sneakers and a colorful ‘¿Homo Estas?’ tank top as she stared at the shelf, only about half way through the list of things she’d need to pick up while out running errands on her lunch. Cocoa powder was just cocoa powder right? They weren’t supposed to taste different unless they said they were supposed to taste different? Any one of these should be fine and she totally shouldn’t have just spent the last twenty minutes researching each individual option presented to her on the shelf via google and amazon and cross referencing reviews and.... Why was she psycho like this? There was an audible ‘urgh’ as the highest end looking option was intentionally knocked into her basket with annoyance. Maybe if she’d stop being so psycho about all of this… This… Whatever the fuck this was with her and Leena’s birthday and… What the fuck was wrong with her? It was… No, she knew why she was being a fucking weirdo and she needed to fucking stop that shit right now. There was no good answer, no answer that didn’t leave her getting hurt and she knew that. But… Maybe for a little while… They could pretend. Okay, so far she had… Extra flour, this high end - for this store - baking powder… There wasn’t half the stuff she’d want for making chocolate fondue here though but that was okay, she’d been planning on a trip to The Capital the morning of Leena’s birthday before she went into work anyway… Right, her list of shit to get. Baking powder. Did she need baking powder? Better to be safe than sorry. Into the basket it went. There was a long, slow exhale as her phone was raised so a thumb could scroll the rest of the list. Okay. Yeah. Crap. Half of this she wasn’t going to be able to get in Repose. A frown was given to her phone and the list before there was a thoughtful hum. She could get at least half of the stuff here though and that was exactly what she was going to do. Keeping the next few items off the list in mind Dante pocketed her phone and turned the corner down the next shopping lane. link to shop selling ‘¿homo estas?’ tank tops |