#deathprocess01.

there’s been a steady build-up of frustration in chris since he joined the checkout line. one cashier on duty during a rush doesn’t seem very reasonable. he can’t keep up with any voices in the chaos, let alone the important ones.

he signs desperately at the kid behind the conveyer belt, ‘ do you sign? ’ no.

then, at no one in particular, ‘ fucking grand. ’

that they’ve got to reach in front of him to grab the glass should be an effective tip-off about drink ownership, but stephen’s seen dumber. and he’s seen drunker. he’ll let them learn their lesson by taste.

         ‘ --- i can feel you reading over my shoulder. i hope it’s a conversation you want and this isn’t an actual fucking attempt at subtlety. ’