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Characters: Atobe, Shishido
Rating: G
Summary: Atobe tags along with Shishido when he goes grocery shopping.
Shishido pulled out the list his mother had given him, taking a quick glance before he crumpled it back into his pocket. Just the usual - bread, milk, eggs, rice - and it couldn't hurt if he snuck a few things of his own in. As he started down the aisles, he noticed that Atobe wasn't keeping up. Turning back toward the other, he rolled his eyes and asked in exasperation, "What are you waiting for?" To all appearances that he could tell, Atobe was blocking the entrance to the grocery store by gawking.
"There are so many... things here." The way he emphasized the word Shishido couldn't tell if it was from awe or distaste. Probably both, given the fact Atobe rarely saw the food before it was placed on the table to begin with.
Seeing as how Atobe seemed in no mind to step inside the store on his own, Shishido walked back over and grabbed him to drag him in. "I know. There are things. People buy them. With money. That part should at least be familiar to you."
Atobe frowned, though didn't comment about Shishido's fingers wrapped around his wrist. "You don't have to patronize me, Shishido. Just because I've never been in one before, doesn't mean I'm that uninformed."
Shishido could have disagreed, but for the moment abstained as he picked up a basket and started toward where the milk was. There was silence before Atobe spoke again, "How do you ever find anything in here?"
"It's not really that hard. Things are pretty much grouped together and laid out so that they're easy to find."
Atobe looked skeptical, but shrugged. "So it's like a catalog, only you have to go pick everything up yourself."
"If you want to think of it that way."
As they continued on, Atobe stopped abruptly. "They sell wine here?"
"Well, yeah, but we don't need any of that. Come on."
"Wait, I want to see what year this is."
"Huh?"
Shishido watched as Atobe proceeded to pick up one bottle after another for inspection. Most of them he put back with looks of disgust, the occasional grimace, until he found one that Shishido guessed must have been acceptable. He was looking at it speculatively, when to Shishido's horror Atobe walked over to one of the assistants working in the store and said, "Open this for me."
The worker - Kazuma, Shishido thought his name was - looked confused, and paused from where he had been stacking boxes of instant potatoes. "Excuse me?"
"I want to taste it before I decide whether or not to make my purchase."
"How old are you?"
"Age is irrelevant. I've gone to plenty of wine tastings before."
"Sorry kid, not happening."
"What?"
"You're what, in middle school? Besides, you can't open anything until you buy it."
"What sort of ridiculousness is this? Do you know who I am?"
"Well, no, I can't say I remember seeing you here before."
"Of all the -"
Shishido felt like smacking himself in the forehead, but instead settled on pulling Atobe away from Kazuma. "Sorry about that. He doesn't know how to behave in normal situations."
"You're one to talk, my manners are far -"
"Oh, he's with you, Ryou?"
"- superior to yours. After all, who's the one who had to -
"Yeah, we're on the tennis team together."
"- teach you proper dinner etiquette. And don't get me started on the mess -"
"I see..."
"- you used to make out of your tie."
"See you later, mom wants me home soon so she can get dinner started. Come on, Atobe."
"Hmph."
They continued away from the wine section, Atobe glaring over his shoulder as Shishido dragged him onward. When they were out of earshot, Kazuma shook his head and said to himself, "Ryou's such a good kid. It's a shame he's running around with this sort." Maybe he would make a phone call to Shishido's mother later. Friends like that could always be a cause for trouble.
Rating: G
Summary: Atobe tags along with Shishido when he goes grocery shopping.
Shishido pulled out the list his mother had given him, taking a quick glance before he crumpled it back into his pocket. Just the usual - bread, milk, eggs, rice - and it couldn't hurt if he snuck a few things of his own in. As he started down the aisles, he noticed that Atobe wasn't keeping up. Turning back toward the other, he rolled his eyes and asked in exasperation, "What are you waiting for?" To all appearances that he could tell, Atobe was blocking the entrance to the grocery store by gawking.
"There are so many... things here." The way he emphasized the word Shishido couldn't tell if it was from awe or distaste. Probably both, given the fact Atobe rarely saw the food before it was placed on the table to begin with.
Seeing as how Atobe seemed in no mind to step inside the store on his own, Shishido walked back over and grabbed him to drag him in. "I know. There are things. People buy them. With money. That part should at least be familiar to you."
Atobe frowned, though didn't comment about Shishido's fingers wrapped around his wrist. "You don't have to patronize me, Shishido. Just because I've never been in one before, doesn't mean I'm that uninformed."
Shishido could have disagreed, but for the moment abstained as he picked up a basket and started toward where the milk was. There was silence before Atobe spoke again, "How do you ever find anything in here?"
"It's not really that hard. Things are pretty much grouped together and laid out so that they're easy to find."
Atobe looked skeptical, but shrugged. "So it's like a catalog, only you have to go pick everything up yourself."
"If you want to think of it that way."
As they continued on, Atobe stopped abruptly. "They sell wine here?"
"Well, yeah, but we don't need any of that. Come on."
"Wait, I want to see what year this is."
"Huh?"
Shishido watched as Atobe proceeded to pick up one bottle after another for inspection. Most of them he put back with looks of disgust, the occasional grimace, until he found one that Shishido guessed must have been acceptable. He was looking at it speculatively, when to Shishido's horror Atobe walked over to one of the assistants working in the store and said, "Open this for me."
The worker - Kazuma, Shishido thought his name was - looked confused, and paused from where he had been stacking boxes of instant potatoes. "Excuse me?"
"I want to taste it before I decide whether or not to make my purchase."
"How old are you?"
"Age is irrelevant. I've gone to plenty of wine tastings before."
"Sorry kid, not happening."
"What?"
"You're what, in middle school? Besides, you can't open anything until you buy it."
"What sort of ridiculousness is this? Do you know who I am?"
"Well, no, I can't say I remember seeing you here before."
"Of all the -"
Shishido felt like smacking himself in the forehead, but instead settled on pulling Atobe away from Kazuma. "Sorry about that. He doesn't know how to behave in normal situations."
"You're one to talk, my manners are far -"
"Oh, he's with you, Ryou?"
"- superior to yours. After all, who's the one who had to -
"Yeah, we're on the tennis team together."
"- teach you proper dinner etiquette. And don't get me started on the mess -"
"I see..."
"- you used to make out of your tie."
"See you later, mom wants me home soon so she can get dinner started. Come on, Atobe."
"Hmph."
They continued away from the wine section, Atobe glaring over his shoulder as Shishido dragged him onward. When they were out of earshot, Kazuma shook his head and said to himself, "Ryou's such a good kid. It's a shame he's running around with this sort." Maybe he would make a phone call to Shishido's mother later. Friends like that could always be a cause for trouble.