Your OC and the above OC run into each other as--

Zaleos was at the market looking for cucumbers, spices and fish. Yes, specifically those three. The cucumbers and the spices were for Seire, because he knew he loved spicy cucumber sticks, and they were going out drinking soon. And the fish? Well, Furcifer told him to and if he didn't get them next time he went, he'd have hell unleashed upon him. He wasn't sure why she couldn't do it himself, but Zal wasn't going to complain.

Walking down the isle, he spotted a couple heading towards him. They had a ladden basket, and the girl with the bob haircut was smiling positively, beaming like she was having the greatest day of her life, and beside her was a guy Zal assumed to be her partner. He thought she was kind of cute, with how she walked with a skip in every step, the type that would be fun to tease, but something about her felt really off.

Man, she was giving off weird vibes.

His eyes glanced over the boy just once when the girl turned around, her smile still wide and happy. "Excuse me, but were you just checking out my boyfriend?"

Zal stared. "Huh? What? No. That guy?" he sounded incredulous as if he couldn't believe someone was accusing him of checking someone out. Not that he WASN'T looking at him - even for just a split second - and not that he WASN'T kiNDa CUTE but Zal didn't like to be told otherwise. It made the seraph sound way creepier than he was.

Turning away so that she was facing him completely, and so that her boyfriend, who seemed a bit embarrassed, wouldn't be able to see her expression - her eyes darkened at him. Sharpened like daggers, Zal felt a shiver running up his spine. His wings stood up on end like a fur on a scared cat. Those eyes were haunting.

He turned right around and began speed walking down to the next aisle.

Seriously, why was he so into girls when they can be scary like that?

When Chris made his usual trip for groceries, he never wanted his brother to tag along, but he persisted anyway. A constant cycle of seeing unnecessary things pop up in the cart and putting them back added a lot more time than he wanted. After putting back a bag of dog treats for possibly the millionth time (they didn't have a dog, Peter just wanted to try them), Chris passed by one of the snack aisles. This particular American selection reached eye level for him. Reaching over for a pack of cookies that Nate wanted, his arm brushed against what seemed to be another person's head.

"...Ah - sorry. Excuse me." He lumbered over the young woman, making sure not to hit her again while sacrificing personal space at the same time. Chris felt her gaze on him, conscious of some type of disgruntlement.

"You gonna hurry up or what?"

His palms got clammy in an instant. Throwing the pack into the cart, he turned around and chose flight over fight.

To Roy, shopping was no big deal at all. Know what you need, go in, go out. It was just an issue with other people because it seemed to always take much longer, even with people he liked to be around. No offense to his older sister Clem, but it was complete hell shopping with her. She would step into a store promising a 15 minute lookaround, and reemerge hours later with plants, ingredients she didn't even come in for in the first place.

And so, on this fine, sunny day, when Clem, taking a stroll with Roy at a plaza near Clem's home, suddenly asked to duck into a store for some sandalwood essential oil for a ritual she wanted to perform, he quickly suggested splitting up; Clem would take the grocery store on the left, and Roy would take the small corner store on the right.

But, erm, on second thought, going into an unfamiliar corner store for an aroma quickly posed a bit of a challenge to Roy. Nothing appeared organized in this particular store; one shelf would have chips, and the shelf immediately below it would have baby supplies.

No big deal, he would just ask a store employee to help find what he needed to get.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed somebody dressed in a work-like outfit, appearing to be shelving some canned saurkraut. Gee, that was fast. Roy approached the tall, young looking man from behind, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me, do you know where I can find --"

The man jumped at Roy's touch, automatically looking back at Roy with a startled appearance. Roy immediately realizes his mistake; this was simply another customer. He too reflexively leaned back, backtracking in his words. "A-ah, I'm sorry, I thought you worked here -- um --"

The other man awkwardly chuckled, but his eyes darted around in escape. "Excuse me," he said in a foreign accent as he nudged his way past Roy.

Ah, jeez, that was awkward.

Oh, well, no need to prolong such a feeling, especially while shopping. Shopping was meant to be no big deal, no big deal at all.

Roy couldn't help but feel bad the entire time, though. That guy just looked... really uncomfortable...

It's never a good idea to send an alien out shopping alone, especially for food, and even more especially if said alien is a troll. Fasled was so used to going shopping with humans to figure out what the hell to do, where things are, and how to act--but today he'd insisted he could do it himself, and at this moment in time he wasn't so sure about that.

Scanning the grocery list he was given, standing outside the Shoprite in the rain, Fasled almost had a heart attack. The only things he could find himself are the soda and the ice cream, but all these other items and specifications were way too complicated... come to think of it, he never really payed much attention when out shopping with the humans. Now he's wishing he wasn't such an idiot. Stupid dummie boy. Stupid.

As Fasled trudged into the building, he noticed those baskets on wheels made of metal wires... what were they called--CARTS, yes! He remembered riding in one a few weeks ago, being pushed down an aisle, slapping different types of cereal into it. Maybe he could do that again... hmm. Taking a cart, he rolled it on into the store, suddenly entirely overwhelmed by the noises, smells, and bizarre Earth foods only the sickest, drunkest, highest god could come up with. Because Fasled had no idea what the hell a watermelon was, he decided to dump a ton of random crap in the cart and get on his way.

Finally: the cereal aisle, after dicking around in the produce section long enough. Fasled hopped up onto the bottom shelf of the cart and pushed off the ground like he was riding a scooter. This could be considered more fun that riding inside the cart-bucket itself! TOOT TOOT, ALL ABOARD THE MORON TRAIN--

CRASH.

Fasled really wasn't expecting to hit the end of the aisle as fast as he did, and it tossed him off the cartscooter into a huge pile of peanut butter jars. This in turn launched him through the peanut butter pyramid onto a man on the other side, smashing them both into a wall. "Oh shit Oh fuck im sO sOrry--!"

"Are you looking for a fight? You're not getting one today." This man did NOT look or sound pleased with the interruption of his chores, shoving the small, lanky troll off of him and standing up. "Shopping isn't about goofing off, kid. Take it to the skate park."

Wow, not even fazed by the horns. Fasled shot the guy a pissed off look as he left. Squirming out of the pile of peanut butter, Draken stuck out his tongue and started shoving all the jars into the now slightly damaged cart. To make matters worse, that man was heading into the soda aisle, right where he needed to go next! May as well look for the ice cream first and ride the cart like a scooter a little slower next time.

Marcus was at the local grocery store by the liquor section when he spotted a familiar face from the crowd further out. She was rolling around in her wheelchair looking for a particular item. Marcus sneaks up behind Alexandra and grabs her wheel chair from behind, "BOO!" He turns her around to see him. "It's the cripple child from elevator! Glad we made it out alive in one piece! HAHHA. Good to see you out and about. What are you looking for Cripples? Something you need me to reach for you?" Marcus studies Alexandra face and notice she kept eyeing at something on the top shelf that she couldn't reach. Marcus smirks and laughs at her, "Just because you're a sick kid, doesn't mean I'm doing you any favors. Tell you what Cripples, you help me and I may return the favor." Before she can agree or disagree, he grabs her wheelchair carelessly and rushes her down to the alcohol section of the grocery store. He starts to pile different types of drinks into her wheelchair. "Cripples, they ran out of shopping carts, I'm so glad I ran into you. You've become much use to me." Patting her head roughly. 

Before she knew it, Marcus had paid for all the liquor and, they were already out of the grocery store loading the drinks into Marcus' truck. He finally turns over to her, "Oh right, that item at that top shelf. Sorry Cripples, I'm in a hurry, can't help you there! HAHA! I'll see you around though." Roughly pats her head one more time and gets inside his vehicle and dives off. As Alexandra readjusts her glasses, she notices something in her wheelchair. It was the particular item she was looking at on that top shelf. Looks like Marcus had got her that item after all; Sock's favorite treats. 

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(Carnage  you captured his likeness well! You got his signature thing where he nicknames every people and gets handsy. He does a lot of the touching; smacking shoulder, slapping chest, punching arm. great job! i loved it! )

"Oh god please no" Cooper grits out as he and Marcus make eyecontact from across the liquor store. He quickly turns his back and pulls up his hood. 

"Why? Who's that, a bad guy? Can we eat him?" Massacre grumbles close to Cooper's ear. The symbiote was hungry, much too hungry for Cooper's comfort. 

"No." Cooper whispers, he then feels heavy hand on his shoulder and quickly changes his answer. "Okay, maybe." he turns, a glare on his face. 

"Hey you! You look familiar, have I seen you before?" Marcus says loudly, patting Cooper's shoulder. Cooper grimace's lightly. "I definitely wouldn't forget a face as scrawny as yours, hmm..." the bigger man thinks before punching Cooper's chest. "Of course! We were fighting over the last bottle of my favourite beer last time!" 

"Yeah yeah," Cooper curses under his breath and rubs his chest. Massacre pokes his head out from his host's shoulder, ready to strike and Cooper quickly covers him. "I don't....get that anymore." 

"Let's eat him. Please let me eat him"

"Good, good!" Marcus grins. "More for me!" 

"Come on, I'm hungry"

"I need to go" Cooper quickly stammers, going around Marcus and through the exit of the store. 

"Scrawny, you haven't bought anything!" Marcus' voice rings through the store. 

(Sorry if Marcus is OOC!)

slushrushed Thank you for pinging me!! That was a good read :D

There was always something about grocery stores that Smiley was fond of. His grandmother used to work in one, you know. Well, partially; she worked in a corner store which he always considered to be a smaller version of a grocery store. He spent many days there, passing the time with his daydreams. And now here he was, shopping for dinner and more paper bags. How nostalgic.
If he turned his head he could see groups of people all walking around - families, couples, friends. It was a place for fun and adventure! Of course, they all seemed to steer clear of him, possibly concerned for his bag. He knew it was intimidating at first, but surely they would understand the message of happiness he meant to convey.
Among the people Smiley carefully observed, he noticed a middle-aged man nearby. There was something odd about him. Although he seemed to carry himself well and wear a pleasant smile on his face, Smiley knew there was more to it than that. He had a sense for fake smiles. It was like a lighthouse for him, beckoning him over with that shine, that need. This man needed help finding happiness, it was clear.
"Excuse me. :)" Smiley said softly after putting a hand on Casimir's shoulder. "I couldn't help but notice that you look troubled. :) Like something was on your mind. :) Something bad. Something bad, bad, bad. :) Your smile isn't as wide as it can be. :) And that's bad. Bad, bad, bad. :) If you'd like, I can help! :) I know plenty of techniques that have made people very happy. I'm sure you'll feel the same way soon, too. :)"
Whether Casimir said yes or no, it seemed like Smiley already decided for him.

Genus never left the swamp he called his home, never, unless it was to haunt in public places. So why is it now he decided to free himself of the burden of home?

Someone with a fear, with a passionate nervousness for a particular something, recently passed by. And now, Genus and his friends were set to discover more. To feed on this fear, to relish in it for as long as time allows.

But social areas have never been Paranoia's strong suit himself. Within the shop, he kept his tail tucked between his legs, trembling, cackling every once in a while, whispering "excuse us" as he passed someone who seemed to be in the way. But he kept his inky, dripping eyes on the prize.

It seemed the mammalian biped took notice of Genus as one wing clattered into a can display. At this, the bugdog cackled, shrinking back into the mess he made. He was too nervous to bring up what he was there for in the first place. While grinning like a madman, he gestured to his centipede. "We think you're afraid... come to our home... we have something you'd like."

With that, Genus slinked away, cursing himself silently for the briefness. Whether Zach decided to go to the swamp or not was up to him. But dear, sweet paranoia needs company to fester and grow.