犬との生活(一種の) (life with a dog (kind of))

chapter 1: a store

"hey, dumbass!" i hear katashi exclaim from the kitchen. i jump up and rush to the kitchen to see katashi, all the cabinets open and the fridge open and him sitting in the middle of the floor as a dog. "there's no more food!" he exclaims. i sigh. "god, katashi! don't do that! i thought there was a serious problem happening!" i exclaim. "this is a serious problem! i need food! there's no more food!" katashi says. "you ate it all, idiot!" i exclaim. katashi thinks for a moment. "oh... still! can we go shopping? i need food, dumbass!" he says. i sigh. "fine! but i'm not carrying you." i say, grabbing a coat and my phone. "what?! no fair! dogs aren't allowed in the store!" katashi says, pouting. "yes, fair. you can just become a human. it's not that hard." i say, making katashi grumble a bit but complies, changing into his human form. "come on, it won't kill you." i say teasingly. "shut up, dumbass." katashi says as we walk out and i lock the door. we walk over to a local market and i grab a basket while katashi gets a cart. "why do you have that?" i ask. "put that small ass thing back. you won't fit anything in there." katashi says. i sigh and put the basket back. "don't over spend on food, ok? we need it for rent and shit." i say. "you want pandas or the plain ones?" katashi asks, ignoring my statement. "what- i dont care. can you just listen?" i say. katashi puts both into the cart and starts walking again. "yeah, yeah. something about food and shit." katashi says. "no. i said to not spend too much on food. my apartment is a rented one and i'm not living in an ally like a dog." i say. katashi raises an eyebrow at me. "oh, no offence." i add. "whatever. what else do we need?" katashi asks, yawning slightly. "umm... things for meals, basically. we need to stay alive somehow." i say. "how about ice cream?" katashi asks. "what? no! that's not a meal." i say. "yes it is. a very nutritious meal." katashi says, smiling. "mhm. my ass. now let's get out of sugar isle before you use all my money on sweets." i say. "fine. to boring land it is!" katashi exclaims, jumping onto the carriage and riding it down the isle. "hey!" i call after him and jog after him. once i catch up, katashi stopped at the isle i usually find the instant ramen. "you.... suck..." i say between huffs. "and you need to go for a run. now, what food do you want?" katashi asks. "i'm not picky just grab some." i say, waving my hand nonchalantly. katashi pushes a bunch into the cart and starts riding it again, a bit slower this time. "i swear, i live with a 2 year old." i say. "in human years, yes, you do." katashi says. "i thought you were 24?" i ask. "i am. i was born a dog so that's the number i use. your years are wierd." katashi says. "what? no it's not. it's functional." i say. "it's way too confusing." katashi says. "anyway, that's not meant to be a good thing, katashi" i say. "does it look like i give a fuck?" katashi asks, looking back at me while still riding the carriage down the isle. "by that outfit, no." i say, grabbing some onigiri off the shelf. (a.n- onigiri is rice balls filled with different fillings such as shrimp, tuna mayo, natto, etc.) "hey! these are my favorite pants and sweatshirt!" katashi says as we go up to the counter after grabbing a few more things. "i can tell. it looks like you've never washed it." i say, starting to put stuff on the counter for the cashier. "it's not my fault we don't have a washer. it's not like i usually wear anything anyway." katashi says. "well maybe if you weren't such a dog like fool all the time you'd come to the laundry mat. i've asked you before if you want to go but you always say you're 'busy'." i say, putting air quotes around 'busy'. "you could take my stuff for me, you know, if you're so fascinated with my laundry." katashi says. "hell no! you need to stop being a lazy, naked ass-"i get interrupted by the cashier and me and katashi look over at them. "um.. sorry to interrupt.. whatever that was.. but you need to pay for the things you're purchasing." they say. i blush slightly and hand over the money to pay for our stuff. "sorry. he's just an ass." i say. "and you're talking." katashi mumbles. i smack him upside the head and he growls. "you fuc-" the cashier cuts him off with a chuckle. "you guys are entertaining. you roommates? friends? lover-" i cut them off. "he's my roommate, unfortunately." i say. "oh, nice. will i be seeing you guys again or just visiting?" they ask, handing us our bags. "we live nearby, actually. so, yes, you will. and i'm sorry in advance for any crap he pulls." i say. "no, it's all good. it gets dull here anyways." they say, shrugging. "oh, sorry but, what's you're name? i'm just curious." they add quickly. "oh, um, i'm daiki and this is katashi." i say, gesturing to katashi. "and you are?" katashi prompts. "oh! i'm aki. aki yamamoto." they say, smiling at us. "well, nice to meet you aki! take care!" i say,  waving slightly as we leave, aki waving back. "you too!" aki calls after us. "huh. nice kid." katashi says. "yeah. now, we can finally go home." i say. "this is way too much walking." katashi complains. "says the guy who told me to go for a run." i say teasingly. "oh, shut up, dumbass." katashi says. katashi, suddenly, dashes into an ally and smoke poofs our slightly and out comes katashi in his dog form. "carry me." katashi says. "absolutely not." i say, still walking. "why not?" he asks, trotting next to me. "because i don't want to and stop talking in public. people are going to see you." i say. "i won't stop talking until you pick me up." katashi says slyly. "you wouldn't-" katashi cuts me off. "HEY EVERYBODY ITS A TALKING DOG! I GOT LOTS TO SAY AND LOTS OF SHIT TO SHIT IN YOUR YARD WIT-" i cut him off. "ok, ok, ok! jeez! i'll carry you! are you satisfied?" i say, picking up katashi. "very." he says. "ok, shush before i stuff some curry down your throat to shut you up." i say. i walk the rest of the way home, carrying all our groceries and katashi in my arms.