Jack headed into town, not exactly greeting people and producing the usual stares as if he were a stranger few knew anything about but were willing to gossip over. For once, he didn't much mind or care, keeping to himself but heading into the small grocer without hunching his shoulders too much or grunting at anyone that might greet him.
He actually went through the grocer, picking out some acceptable t-bone grilling steaks, some potatoes and some vegetables that he could eat while his house guest could pick and choose. He grabbed chicken and pork as well, some because it was on sale and others because it seemed like he was going to have to eat more consistently for a little while. That would be weird. He would go out and fish when he felt like it, but these were more the staples he knew well.
Then it was to the bakery that smelled of fresh-made bread. He lingered on the choices, eventually deciding on a loaf of wheat, a couple of croissants, and a dozen chocolate chip cookies. The young woman seemed curious of him as he spent as little time making orders out of everyone in the town and here he took his time.
Items bought and paid for, mail picked up, a little extra tackle and hooks for fishing, and he was back home. He stepped in the door and immediately noted that the bathtub was empty. It smelled of salt water all the same, and everything seemed neat and tidy too. He put the groceries away and then poked around the small house looking for his guest, finding him on the bed. Well... that was one way to be comfortable.
He leaned on the doorframe, still in a coat and beanie, probably somehow looking rougher than his companion all settled on the bed. "Am I going to need a bigger bed now?" It was light and airy, no offense at all.
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Date: 2020-01-10 05:35 pm (UTC)He actually went through the grocer, picking out some acceptable t-bone grilling steaks, some potatoes and some vegetables that he could eat while his house guest could pick and choose. He grabbed chicken and pork as well, some because it was on sale and others because it seemed like he was going to have to eat more consistently for a little while. That would be weird. He would go out and fish when he felt like it, but these were more the staples he knew well.
Then it was to the bakery that smelled of fresh-made bread. He lingered on the choices, eventually deciding on a loaf of wheat, a couple of croissants, and a dozen chocolate chip cookies. The young woman seemed curious of him as he spent as little time making orders out of everyone in the town and here he took his time.
Items bought and paid for, mail picked up, a little extra tackle and hooks for fishing, and he was back home. He stepped in the door and immediately noted that the bathtub was empty. It smelled of salt water all the same, and everything seemed neat and tidy too. He put the groceries away and then poked around the small house looking for his guest, finding him on the bed. Well... that was one way to be comfortable.
He leaned on the doorframe, still in a coat and beanie, probably somehow looking rougher than his companion all settled on the bed. "Am I going to need a bigger bed now?" It was light and airy, no offense at all.