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- >Despite you still being in a bit of a bad mood, you've been blasting through the shopping list
- >You're at the last few items now
- >Bread, beer, cooking oil, cigarettes, coffee
- >As if sensing your bread-related thoughts, Celestia breaks the silence as so many times before
- >''Hey, do you know where the bread is?''
- ''Yeah, it's in the back. Be right there, I'll go grab some beer.''
- >''This time of day? Really?''
- >She looks at you with an amused expression
- ''Well, since we're buying half the place I don't see why not. Besides, I like having some in the fridge just in case.''
- >''Just in case, or just because?''
- ''Both.''
- >She chuckles and walks off, shaking her head, clearly in a much better mood than she was outside
- >Whether it's her being away from the November chill or finally having something to do you don't know
- >But you're not complaining
- >You feel a lot better too, especially with the promise of drank mere feet from you
- >Taking a wide stance in front of the beer, you start poring over your options
- >PBR or Miller?
- >There honestly isn't that much to think about
- >Both of them are cheap, and serve you well
- >Although, you have made more money than usual this week
- >Maybe something more expensive would be in order, what with a classy guest and all
- >Your gaze wanders across the labels, until a bottle on the top shelf catches your attention
- >It's gaudy, it's colorful, and the name takes an eternity to pronounce
- >You're not exactly sure what the language on the label even is, but it ends with 'pumpkin', so you assume it's English
- >Reaching towards the top shelf, your eyes briefly flit over the bright yellow price tag
- ''F-four… Ninety… Nine…''
- >You recoil in horror and disgust, briskly grab a 30-pack of PBR, and march off towards the bread section
- >Guest or no guest, you won't stand for the mockery inflicted upon your wallet
- >Up ahead, you see a familiar length of multicolored hair
- ''Hey Celestia, I forgot to ask you if you want anything to drink. Do you?''
- >She turns around and grins
- >''No Anon, it's fine. I'll have whatever you're having.''
- ''You sure? I could-''
- >Your protests are cut off by her warm voice
- >''It's fine. Come on, let's go.''
- >She walks past you with that same warm smile still on her face
- >''So, Anon, I'm still willing to pay for this. It's the least I can do.''
- >You scratch your neck, slightly embarrassed that she'd bring this up again
- ''Well, I can't really have a guest pay for my food, you know? Doesn't seem proper.''
- >''Well, I'm not a guest. Think of me as a temporary roommate.''
- ''I don't know…''
- >She smiles at your attempts to dissuade her
- >''Come on Anon. You took me in. It's no problem.''
- >You sigh
- ''Fine. But just this once, okay?''
- >''Cross my heart.''
- >You give a nod to the cashier as you approach
- >To his credit, he doesn't even blink at the case of beer in your hand
- >On the other hand, you've been in here completely fucked up at 3 AM paying for beer with quarters, and he cared even less then
- ''Hey man, two packs of Camel Gold.''
- >He gives a noncommittal grunt and hands you your smokes as Celestia starts unloading the basket
- >''What do you mean, my account's frozen?''
- >The cashier is backed up against the wall, grunting something unintelligible in a panicked tone
- >Meanwhile, your gues- roommate is rapidly turning a shade of red formerly seen only on various cousins of nightshade
- >Oh boy
- >You are Anon
- >Celestia looks like she's nearing a nervous breakdown
- >So does the cashier, to be honest
- >He looks like he's going to call the cops any second now
- >You decide to step in
- ''Hey Celestia, I got it.''
- >You brandish the almighty Ben Franklin
- >She turn towards you and opens her mouth
- >You decide to continue before she has the chance to vent
- ''Two shopping bags, please.''
- >The cashier seems to sober up from the promise of money under his nose
- >You walk up to the stubbled mumbler
- >Behind you, Celestia has slumped against one of the huge mirrors adorning the store, clearly doing her best to not start breaking anything
- >Or anyone
- >The total price is 99.81
- >You hand him the crumpled 100 dollar bill
- ''Keep the change.''
- >You mumble, not managing to look him in the eyes
- >He mutters something in return and hands you the receipt
- ''Yo Celestia, help me out, eh?''
- >She walks up to you, not unlike a robot, and starts methodically bagging the groceries with a glassy look in her eyes
- >Both of you are completely silent
- >The walk from the store is no different
- >After opening the door, she practically storms into your house
- ''Yo C, you okay?''
- >No answer
- >On the other hand, she's already in the living room while you're still taking your shoes off so she might not have heard you
- ''Hey C?''
- >You walk into the living room and see her on the sofa, hugging herself
- >You stop, feeling almost like an intruder in your on home before the woman on your couch
- >In what feels like the worst possible moment, you open your mouth
- ''Hey Celestia, you good?''
- >''Yeah Anon, I'm okay.''
- >She replies with a sigh, clearly distressed
- ''You sure? If you need-''
- >''I'm okay, Anon! I just need some time by myself, okay?''
- ''Alright, well if you-''
- >''I said I'm fine. Just- just let me think, alright?''
- >She cradles her head in her hands again, seemingly shutting herself away from the world
- ''Aight, whatever, I'll be in the shower.''
- >You say to seemingly no-one in particular, feeling the anger mount again
- >She probably didn't intend for that to come out the way it did
- >But it still hurt
- >You briskly walk off towards the staircase, and the shower beyond
- >Truth be told, she looks anything but OK to you, but you aren't one to press the issue
- >Reaching the shower, you strip off your jeans and t-shirt
- >The hot water is as welcoming as ever, finally offering a place to think
- >There's just too much happening
- >With a sigh, you sit down on the floor and cradle your head in your hands, steaming water cascading on your back
- >So, mental list, in order of importance
- >One, you have a new roommate
- >Two, she's flat broke
- >Three, she doesn't know what you do for a living, and shouldn't
- >Four, she's probably breaking down mentally right about now
- >Five, you should probably go listen to her
- >You sigh and reach for the shower gel
- >Today is going to be even longer than you thought
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