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“I can’t believe the state of some of these prices…”
Nikolai Gogol huffed softly as he checked the price of a carton of milk out of curiosity. It is 4am, the best time of night to be out and about, away from the general masses. You notice that as he comes back to wheel you forward that he is intentionally distancing from others, a kind gesture you hadn’t asked for outright after he had taken you to the grocery store on one of your good days.
“I wonder if they’ve got shredded chicken tostadas– holy shit, they do!”
Nikolai hummed happily behind his mask as he attended to you, being a wonderful friend as he tours you around the near-empty store. The two of you check out items that must be new this time of year, but ultimately bond over the classics: cheese, mashed potatoes… you could hardly stop him from scooping them up in droves and impulse-buying them to share with you. That’s just the way he is.
“Y’know, I’m glad I’m able to hang out with you.” Nikolai laments as he moves fluidly, grabbing some more cheese for your horde. He then manages to weave the two of you away from other shoppers, always mindful of you and your comfort. “After all, individuality is the most important quality in any human being. Who would ever want to be a copy of another? That’s quite boring, if you ask me. There’s only one of you and I quite love that about you.”
The both of you finally made your way to the self-checkout, and you glanced around before the jester let out a snarky little laugh.
“D’ya think we’re forgetting something?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, spinning around in front of you so you can see his silly little antics. He comtimues to spin and – lo and behold – Nikolai snakes out a whole casing of Dr. Pepper, a sly smile on his face as he sways on the balls of his feet in an animated fashion.
“Of course I wouldn’t forget your favorite. This is for you~! Wanna go to Wendy’s next? I think they open at six…”