Part 3/5 imagines for anothertinyplanetexplorer
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"I don't wanna do this shit."
"God Nate, you're making it sound like you have to get you tonsils out."
"I'd rather be getting my tonsils out."
You glare at Nate as he almost runs over three pedestrians trying to pull into a small parking space in a small parking lot.
"Sorry!" he yells, unrolling his window.
"Pay attention- you're gonna hit the SUV!"
"Stupid suburban-" you cut him off by saying, "I know you don't want to be going to the reopening of Fresh Food Marketplace, but can you at least pretend? Please? For my sake?"
He rolls his eyes, dramatically sighed and mumbled, "Yes."
"Don't be a grumbleass."
"Yes!" he yelled enthusiastically, pumping his right hand into the air and grinning.
You ignore him and walk into the store- the cold hits you like a slap to the face.
"Would you like to try some sushi?" an immaculately dressed teenage girl asked, holding out little plastic cups to you and Nate. You knew he had never really cared for sushi, and were curious on how he'd react.
"I would love to try some sushi," Nate said, sarcasm evident in his tone.
"I would, too," you say, taking one for yourself and another for Nate.
"This is fantastic." Nate said.
"Gillian!" he yells, half of the store staring at him. "Sushi is delish! Let's buy all of the sushi!"
"Nate, don't be retar-"
"Kappa maki, ikura gukan, amaebi-" he declares, reading the types of sushi. "Uni is the gonads of sea urchins. That's weird. I don't know how I feel about that."
You had been trying not to laugh- but the grown man throwing sushi into your cart was pushing you and the gonad comment made you lose it.
"I like sushi." Nate said, dead serious.
"I've noticed!'
"Okay, I have seven different types in the cart. Are we done yet?"
"How much do they cost?"
"A lot, but I'm rich."
"No you aren't."
"Of course I am."
"What are you, my sugar daddy?"
"Always have been!" he laughs, pulling you close and kissing your forehead. "Now can we please be done now?"
"We've been here for ten minutes, so no."
"Then can I go and look at what else they have?"
"Knock yourself out," you say, and as he runs of like a child you are concerned that he might actually know himself out.
You get some necessities- organic eggs, low-fat milk, whole-grain French bread, all-natural brie- and you are working on picking out an antipasta plate when Nate comes up behind you, holding a package.
"Look at what I got!"
"What is- Nate, is that a whole fish?!"
In his package in his hands was a huge salmon- scales, eyes, fins, and all.
"Why would we need that?"
"I also got dried seaweed, sticky rice, and avocado. I'm making you sushi."
