for Blue / Ronan

[iwasmore]

Noah existed in the grocery store, which didn't make much sense seeing as he couldn't eat. Sometimes he bought food for the ducks, or a surprise snack for Krem, but beyond that the grocery store was a useless place for him to visit. He felt the pull of a friend nearby, and maybe that had brought him there. He started searching the aisles, but got distracted by a display for Oreos - he missed Oreos - and nearly ran, bodily, right into someone. "Sorry!"

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[thedreamthief]

Noah's been staring at a display of Oreos for the past two minutes and, not for the first time, Ronan wonders how they all could've been dumb enough not to realize for so long. Ronan generally likes to consider himself fairly observant, but he'd missed that one by a mile.

"At least death gave you-- whoa." Smirking, he stops Noah from crashing into him with a hand on his shoulder. "Since when do you hang out in grocery stores anyway?"

[formicine]

Blue's slowly, sort of, learning how to do the food thing. It had been so easy, at 300 Fox Way; there was always someone taking care of groceries, usually more than one someone responsible for obtaining ingredients and whirling them together into things that taste like dinner.

It's a little embarrassing, probably, that she's 17, didn't grow up with a silver spoon in her mouth, and still doesn't know much practically beyond microwave meals and breakfast foods. But that's what yogurt is for, ramen, eggs. Toast.

Also snacks. She's just rounded the aisle to grab herself something sweet and snackable, and someone nearly walks right into her. "Hey -- oh! Noah." Her face softens. "Hey." She furrows her brow. "Looking for something?"