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NOTE ､ gn!reader . modern au . fluff . OOC ?
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the ginger-haired male leaned his weight on the door frame with both his arms and legs crossed. "why should I?" his bored eyes stared at me. he hated doing groceries, and yet you insisted he come with you.
"i'm broke." he raised an eyebrow, used to you asking him for money. "now, let's go, my wallet." i turned around and began to march, only to realize that he wasn't following me. i turned my head back to him only to see him in the same position with his bored expression. "get your ass here!"
he rolled his eyes. "it's literally six am." he hovered a hand over his mouth and yawned. "the store isn't open yet."
i rolled my eyes. "ever heard of seven-eleven? now let's go!" his eyes narrowed. 'seven-eleven? who groceries at seven-eleven?'
"you're on your own." he turned around and went back inside his house.
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"why did i even agree to this?" childe leans his weight to the cart he's holding. he sighed. his legs are now aching. you can't blame him though, who would go to groceries at 6 am? that's y/n for you.
"because you love me." i hummed and let out a small laugh. childe felt his heart pound against his ribs. his ears heated. even simple words from you could make him flustered. he was stupid for you.
well, he can't deny your statement. "just hurry up." i laughed at his response.
"i don't know what these are." i looked at the list in my hand. he grabbed the paper from you.
"half of these can't be found on seven-eleven." he snorted. i gaped at him.
"this is all your fault!" he gave me a look of disbelief.
"how is this my fault?!" his eyes narrowed.
"if you told me we can't buy these here, then we would've not wasted time!" i pointed at the list.
"you didn't show me the list." he rolled his eyes as i blinked several times.
"i didn't?" my eyes find their way to the ceiling as i recall earlier's event. "oh, i didn't." he sighed.
"can I go sleep now?" his eyes felt heavy. i glanced at him.
"what time is it?"
"6:45." he said after checking his watch. he placed his elbow on the cart's handle and positioned his chin on his hand, his other arm lying limp on it.
"what time does the store open?"
"around 8 to 9."
"that long?" he hummed. "let's wait in the car then!" he groaned.
