#oz--saffet

He's in the middle of reaching for a box of pasta from one of the higher shelves, idly wondering whether he'd get dirty looks from people if he tried to use one of the motorized carts, when a figure brushes past him. He jolts against his cane roughly but manages to catch himself without toppling into the shelves or stepping on Saturn's tail. Turning to complain, Kevin watches with an open mouth as the teenager who ran into him outright just pushes a person in a wheelchair out of his way so he could grab a jar of pasta sauce, not once even addressing them before sauntering down the aisle.

The music blaring from the teen's earbuds fade away, and Kevin debates half a second between shouting or hobbling after him to lecture him about being aware of his surroundings, but decides against it. Instead, he turns to the other unfortunate victim of the casual ableist and grimaces. "You okay, man?" he asks. "Because that sucked." Saturn whines at him quietly from his side and Kevin pets her head gently. "I know baby, you can't bite him though." Looking up at the stranger, he gives them a half-exasperated smile. "Pretty sure she's more upset than I am."