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[corviform]

WHO: GILBERT and YOU
WHERE: Heropa, specific places.
WHEN: 4/14 ― 4/18
WHAT: Pseudo-Victorian man going about one of his last couple to few weeks before moving out of the city.
WARNINGS: Super brief mention of an old and violent event. TBA otherwise.
NOTE: You are also free to wildcard if you have a more specific scenario you would like to play. PM me on this account and we can work something out.

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➊ MONDAY | grocery store

[ Gil is a man who is far more likely to bark rather than bite, unless pushed to certain extremes. However, those extremes are limited, if not rare, without his young master to follow everywhere like a lost puppy. He whines about his fellow housemates "not" taking on responsibilities expected in a shared housing situation, but proceeds to carry the bulk of the work, even without yet announcing his intentions to move out in the next few weeks when he's ready to do so.

It's that illogical thinking, but heightened responsibility toward others that puts him at the grocery store near evening time after another long day at work, pushing around a cart already loaded with some of the necessities. There's bread, milk, eggs, and butter so far. He's kept his cardigan on as he wheels through the fruits and vegetables section of the large store, the cool air that keeps the products fresh nipping at the corner of his hands. He stops by the packaged strawberries, lifting one of the containers to peer around the corners and determine whether or not they're fresh enough to purchase. He instantly recoils in disgust seeing a white fuzz growing in a corner anyone could have missed. Without wasting a second, he puts it down and goes for another plastic box. ]

➋ TUESDAY | smoke shop

[ And sadly, he is still a man with his own undefeated vices. He's slowly begun to ease properly into work at the tea shop, but part of it remains stressful when he can't conceal the fact he's an imPort and a gaggle of young women show up around coordinated lunch breaks just so Gil can specifically serve them.

It's stressful and he's going through his packs quickly, accompanied by the fact smoking isn't banned in public areas like they had been in the City, and so every now and then a man around his age or older approaches him to ask if he's got a cigarette to spare. He partly feels like a cigarette charity when it happens multiple times in a week.

There are some young boys who ask him just before he enters the shop to buy them a pack, but none of them look older than fifteen and he easily refuses, much to their chagrin. They groan and one of them says, "Thought you imPorts were s'posed to be cool" before they wander away perhaps in search of another adult who will get them what they want.

He enters the shop, heading straight for the counter and pointing to a pack of Marlboro Red. ]

➌ WEDNESDAY-FRIDAY | coffeehouse

[ Overpriced caffeinated drinks are one of Gil's many pet peeves about modern society, but he finds himself at one of the more popular shops today, waiting in line patiently for black coffee. Some other days he only comes for a bottle of water, given how warm it gets and his inability to endure the humidity for long. There may be drinking fountains available in the parks, but there is no way he is sticking his mouth or hands near anything anyone and everyone drinks from.

It really does not help that he's often wearing a light scarf around his neck in this weather, but between suffering insufferable Floridian weather and revealing a certain reminder from HABIT's "game" that one November, Gil would much rather suffer. Often, he wonders if there are imPorts with the ability to heal the skin, but first it would require trusting someone enough to do it for him without asking questions.

He's not sure if that's a possibility. ]

➍ ANYTIME | residence #004

[ Whatever the housemates want. ]

Comments

[corviform]

You don't?

[ An owlish blink before Gil looks at whatever produce Kotetsu's picked up so far. ]

I'm sorry, but... don't you need to eat? And clothes on top of it...

[ Not to mention cleaning products for the house, equipment and utensils in case any go missing or break, hygiene products, bed sheets and the like... ]

[earnedmystripes]

Takeout?

[A soft chuckle.]

And stocking up on microwaveables. I don't need a lot of different outfits, either.

[And lolol those other things. Implying Kotetsu actually picks up around the house.]

[corviform]

Takeout?

[ Oh, no, Kotetsu. Wrong answer. Terrible answer! ]

Eating too many frozen dinners is not good for you.

[ And did he just imply he wears the same clothes mostly? He doesn't feel repugnant, but Gil is starting to wonder what happens when he runs out of clean laundry. ]

[earnedmystripes]

[Oi, oi, being nosy about people's eating habits is supposed to be his thing!

He flaps a hand at Gil as if to wave off the concern, shrugging.]

Ehh, I get enough exercise to make up for it.

[corviform]

You know some of those foods clog up arteries or have too much sugar in them, don't you?

[ But before he can babble any further, he quickly closes his mouth and looks apologetically.

Lowering his voice then: ]

Sorry, it isn't my place.

[ Kotetsu is a stranger, but more importantly an elder. He doesn't approve of eating such ill-prepared meals, though! ]

[earnedmystripes]

[...And he's just. Blinking at that apology.]

You really oughta chill, Gilbert. M'not gonna bite your head off for tryin' to be helpful.

[Kotetsu just doesn't care that much about what he puts into his body, food is food kanyeshrugs......]

[corviform]

It's not polite conversation with someone you've just met.

[ He may not have cared for most high society etiquette, but he does when it comes to specific matters. ]

Though I recommend a home cooked meal sometimes.

[ ... Because he can't help himself and frozen dinners and fast foods are an abomination to mankind. ]

[earnedmystripes]

[He shrugs a shoulder, clearly not offended.]

Doesn't bother me. And I do make fried rice, for the record.

[And it's fuckin' delicious okok. Let's just ignore how it is literally the only thing he's capable of cooking...]

[corviform]

[ What Gil doesn't know... ]

Fried rice. [ That's good, at least. ] Is that your favourite?

shortest tag in the history of tags i apologize

[earnedmystripes]

Yep!

[corviform]

[ Makes sense to be able to cook your favourite meal. ]

At least there's various ingredients you can add to it...

[ He clears his throat. ]

Anyway, I should let you continue shopping in peace.

[earnedmystripes]

Mhmm, it's great 'cause you can just use whatever's in the fridge.

[Kotetsu shrugs at that last part.]

Shopping's not exactly something I need peace and quiet for.

[corviform]

Are you sure?

[ He genuinely hates to be an imposition. ]

[earnedmystripes]

[Man you are one mousy dude.]

Yeah, I'm sure.

[corviform]

[ Who goes shopping with strangers, though? ]

Alright...

[ It's rather odd, but he supposes it could be worse. He could have run into Loki again. ]

What else do you need to pick up?

[earnedmystripes]

[People who have nothing better to do in the absence of emergency.]

Uhhh...I think I was gonna get some milk and eggs, and...bread, maybe? Or did we already have that...

[Guess who didn't remember to make a shopping list, whoops.]

[corviform]

[ While Gil didn't come with a list himself, he's taken aback Kotetsu can't remember what else his house needs. ]

I suppose if you end up with more bread than necessary, you can store the one expiring later in the freezer. It lasts longer that way.

[earnedmystripes]

[#bachelor lyfe]

...Frozen bread?

[It's the look of someone who's never considered such a thing in their life and is now considering the possibility in earnest.]

Wouldn't it get all soggy and gross when you thaw it out, though?

[corviform]

As long as you get all the air out from the bag first and don't leave it for too long.

[ Bread tends to finish fast anyway, so how long is Kotetsu planning on keeping it? ]

You could always use plastic wrap.

[earnedmystripes]

Huuuuh. Plastic wrap, I wouldn't'a thought of that. Thanks!

[Have a beam and a headpat for your trouble.]

[corviform]

[ He immediately blushes when Kotetsu's hand comes in contact with his head. He flinches reflexively, but doesn't attempt to push back the hand or step away, as strange as it is.

Well, not so strange when he really thinks about it. It's a nostalgic feeling. He thinks of Oscar, who would let out a hearty laugh and ruffle Gil's hair or pull him into a hug in spite of where they stood socially. ]

Y-You're welcome.

[earnedmystripes]

[OH NO that's too cute.....

Kotetsu can't help but grin at that expression, but he doesn't comment on it and takes his hand off after a moment, leaning against his cart.]

So, what else did you need to get?

[corviform]

[ He looks down at his cart to see what he has picked up so far. ]

I've already gotten bread, butter, eggs, and milk... Ah, some flour. I almost forgot.

[ In an entirely different section, too. ]

[earnedmystripes]

The flour and bread should be around the same area, right? We could do that first.

[corviform]

That's right, though it slipped me entirely.

[ He grips the handles of the cart and begins to push ahead, glancing up at the signs to indicate which aisle is which. ]