SAMMY.
he swallows once, trying not to watch as kisu commits thievery in front of him. instead, he looks at the products on the shelf, biting his lip ( as if that’ll make him look completely level-headed ) while he reads each label carefully. he’ll remember every single one the next day. ❛ be healthy all you want, but —— correct me if i’m wrong. these things aren’t on the healthier side. ❜ with another bite of his lip he’s looking down at the basket.
❛ yeah, i’ll be your test subject. just —— can we leave ? ❜ the discomfort is clear on his features but he tries to cover it up with a distant look and a slouch in his step. ❛ besides, i’m hungry anyways. just don’t kill me. ❜
❝ true! ❞ he drops another one in his handheld basket, then turns to grin at sammy. ❝ but i don’t manage this amazing body by just eating whatever, y'know. along with a good workout, only certain things can go inside me. ❞ and this is followed by a smirk and a wink, shooting down any hopes sammy has that kisu is capable of letting things be.
❝ yeah, yeah, ❞ he mutters as he looks down into the basket, mentally adding up the prices. this should be fine. he stashes another item inside his jacket before he says, ❝ okay, let’s go, then. ❞ and with that, he brushes past sammy, tapping him on the shoulder to make sure he follows, and makes his way up to the check out. even if sammy decides to panic, kisu’s fairly certain they’ll make it out without incident.

















