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Minion was currently teaching Anna more about baking and Syx had been forcefully shooed from the kitchen by his fish for his crimes of stealing cookie dough. Also for the fact that last time he ‘helped’ bake he set the toaster on fire. They weren’t even using the toaster nor was it plugged in. The blue genius still swears that Minion purposefully booby traps the kitchen.
Syx had gone for a ride of his bike which after driving down the lake shore had brought him to the pier. But that proved boring fairly quickly, the lake not enough to hold his attention today. Which ended in him wandering the aisle of the supermart and glaring at anyone to he felt was staring at his skin or head. He’d gone out just in his studded leather jacket, tight black pants, his trademark boots, and a black t-shirt proclaiming ‘Alien Sex Fiend’ which he’d worn for Anna as a joke that morning and had forgotten about until he’d gotten to the store.
His little shopping basket was filling up, mostly with things Minion hated having in the Lair or at least looked at Syx disapprovingly for eating: twizzlers, every-flavor-jelly-beans, maple pop tarts, pixie sticks, and oreos. As it was, the blue alien was also contemplating a pack of smoke, not for now… but maybe for later. He really shouldn’t… but still… he added a box of chocolate covered raisins to his basket.
Shopping. He loves shopping. well. Not Really. He hates it. But there was no case in complain now that he was inside the store with a floating basket at his side, while calmly, he selected the next cereal box. Super colorful or super healthy…………….Let’s go with Colorful. Healthy sucks.
Alixon stayed at home with the excuse that would be faster if he goes alone. The true was that the three kids now can explode things and she doesn’t want to pay more…..Or maybe was because the last time a kid tried to step on her foot with the fucking supermarket chart.
Cereal, milk, cookies, cookies dough, tea, syrup. Just buying the brands he knows he has issues to copy yet. He can make with magic the exact copy of it, but it doesn’t have a sense if it doesn’t taste the same too.
Wearing his heavy leather pants. long boots, mohawk hairstyle, and black ripped shirt with Arab letters, he continued with his task…
Still strongly contemplating getting a pack of smokes, not that he was planning on smoking them… not right now… but… Those thoughts swirling through his head, he turned a corner in the aisle without looking and smacked into a solid form.
Arms cartwheeling, he shifted into a defensive stance instinctually. His hand moving towards his de-gun before he even saw what or who he hit. When his eyes registered, he froze, mouth open, “Huh…?”
The guy was unlike anything he’d encountered before, but nice outfit certainly.
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