[ Shino doesn't even have time to be horrified by the head of the monkfish (or what lies inside that head), he's entirely too frazzled. Getting out of the store is enough of a juggle, but he manages, suffering through their stenchy state with a look on his face that says he's presently enduring hell on Prismatica.
The sad raccoon noise... hurts. Okay. It hurts. He doesn't like hearing sad animal noises! Which is why when they're out of the store he rustles into the bag and finds one of the bagels, offering it over awkwardly while continuing to clutch Xie Lian to his chest. His raccoon son, as labeled by the lady working the meat counter, is not allowed to get himself into more stink right now! ]
Your impulse control sucks right now, Lian.
[ This bagel is his apology, while his arm remains the promise that he's getting them to his place for a full bath.
Which doesn't take longer than a devouring of a bagel to reach, at least! Getting up the stairs and through the door into his once more lonely apartment is as it always is: unremarkable, with the one night light he bought on and sitting on the counter, a beacon of warmth in an otherwise cold space. ]
Bath first, then I'll cook dinner.
[ This said while offloading shoes with a kick at the door, and groceries with an awkward heft at the counter by the nightlight. He doesn't bother turning on any of the lights: he can see perfectly fine without them, so instead heads for the bathroom door. ]
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The sad raccoon noise... hurts. Okay. It hurts. He doesn't like hearing sad animal noises! Which is why when they're out of the store he rustles into the bag and finds one of the bagels, offering it over awkwardly while continuing to clutch Xie Lian to his chest. His raccoon son, as labeled by the lady working the meat counter, is not allowed to get himself into more stink right now! ]
Your impulse control sucks right now, Lian.
[ This bagel is his apology, while his arm remains the promise that he's getting them to his place for a full bath.
Which doesn't take longer than a devouring of a bagel to reach, at least! Getting up the stairs and through the door into his once more lonely apartment is as it always is: unremarkable, with the one night light he bought on and sitting on the counter, a beacon of warmth in an otherwise cold space. ]
Bath first, then I'll cook dinner.
[ This said while offloading shoes with a kick at the door, and groceries with an awkward heft at the counter by the nightlight. He doesn't bother turning on any of the lights: he can see perfectly fine without them, so instead heads for the bathroom door. ]