"So what is it that we need to get again?”
“Some craft foam, some silk cloth, some latex, and thread.” Patricia huffed a breath before looking behind her as Daniel pushed the cart, dressed in sleeveless red hoodie with the text 'All Black Lives Matter' with the A's in rainbow text, black cargo shorts, white socks and black hightop sneakers with rainbow laces and slouching as he did with a slightly bored and sleepy look on his face.
“Danny, we went over this last night. When we decided to do a Victor Pirates cosplay, for Empire-con.”
Daniel yawned as he pulled his hood over his head. “I don’t recall such a conversation.”
“It was your Idea!”
“No.” He retorted “Steven and I said you and Connie would make a sweet Kasey and Vera, ..Never said anything about getting up at the crack of dawn to get materials.”
“Crack of?” Patrica froze mid-step giving him an incredulous look. “It’s ten in the morning.” She chuckled, “That’s way from crack-of-dawn.”
“Says you.” He grumbled. “Who gets up at nine in the morning on a saturday?”
“People with drive, ambition, gusto!” She exclaimed, before standing on the bottom seat of the cart and leaning over the front of the cart, pulling his hood up and purring close to his ear. “People who want to see their girl in a silk ruffle pirate skirt and leotard.”
Daniel smirked, a bit more awake at Patricia's flirty tone. “I did say you would be hot Kasey.“
“Yes, you did.” She smirked before giving him a kiss on the forehead, before poking his cheeks. “But for that to happen, we need to get our stuff,” She chuckled at his sleepy grin before kissing him lightly once.
“Sooo..” twice
“Wake..” thrice
“Up.” four times, the last one lingered a bit longer as it was deeper than the other three.
Daniel hummed pleasantly as they broke the kiss “Ok Tricia, I’m up.” Sleepiness still in his voice as he shook his head and rubbed his eyes
“You’re so cute, Danny. Now,” Patricia turned around and hopped into the cart, folding her hands over her lilac blouse as she crossed her tan short pants legs, and let her heeled black sandaled feet hang out. “To the fabric aisle, beloved.” She laid back, adjusting her white headband in her blackish brown nape length hair as she grinned as his annoyed and pursed lipped face.
He shook his head as he pushed forward, stealing a giggle evoking kiss before he did. "So where's the fabric aisle, anyway?"
Patricia had the pride to shrug her shoulder, looking abashed. "Babe, I have never been to this warehouse...I am as lost as you, but I trust your instincts and street smarts." She gasped, excitedly. "We can make an adventure out of it."
"Or..or..and this is just a suggestion" He offered. “We can ask someone.”
“Hmmph!”
“Hey look, it’s too early for adventure, and I haven't had nothing but sugar.” Daniel responded, getting a curious look from patricia.
