[cloud would be an idiot to not notice sephiroth shoving things into the shopping cart. he'll deal with it at the register, as usual, for now just picking out a bag of flour tortillas, looking at sephiroth, and tossing it at his face so that it—unceremoniously—drops into the cart. well, maybe he swatted it away or caught it; doesn't matter.]
The looking's difficult right now.
[...maybe cloud hasn't been aware that sephiroth finds interest in his mundane work life.]
[sighing, he grabs the cart by the front and tugs it after him as he walks a little faster than what sephiroth, perhaps, would have expected. it's a beeline for the pharmacy as he sniffles again, going up to the counter and thinking himself lucky that there's no queue. he pulls out a prescription from his pocket and hands it over towards the pharmacist on shift who goes to the back shelves to find the medicine. cloud glances down and looks over at the items that need no prescription to buy... and decides to grab a box of bandaids (you can never have enough of them), and his hand also wanders towards the boxes of condoms—which, after choosing the right size and brand, he tosses them towards sephiroth; the toss is cut short and lands instead on the cart.]
[cloud pushes and pulls at the trolley, annoyingly.]
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The looking's difficult right now.
[...maybe cloud hasn't been aware that sephiroth finds interest in his mundane work life.]
[sighing, he grabs the cart by the front and tugs it after him as he walks a little faster than what sephiroth, perhaps, would have expected. it's a beeline for the pharmacy as he sniffles again, going up to the counter and thinking himself lucky that there's no queue. he pulls out a prescription from his pocket and hands it over towards the pharmacist on shift who goes to the back shelves to find the medicine. cloud glances down and looks over at the items that need no prescription to buy... and decides to grab a box of bandaids (you can never have enough of them), and his hand also wanders towards the boxes of condoms—which, after choosing the right size and brand, he tosses them towards sephiroth; the toss is cut short and lands instead on the cart.]
[cloud pushes and pulls at the trolley, annoyingly.]
You got job suggestions?
[it's a legitimate question.]