The Demons Making a Living RP (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

He nodded and pushed off the counter. He grabbed the keys and headed out the door.

She followed him down the steps gingerly in case she fell and put her shoes on, then nubbed out and sat in the passenger's seat and closed the door.

He climbed into the driver's seat and started the car, making sure to put the seatbelt on before driving. "Which shop? Martwall or Lotl?"

"Martwall, the boss at Lotl is a bitch."

He took a left and ten minutes later they arrived at Martwall. He got out the car and took some empty bags from the boot.

Lil followed looking nervous again. "Do you want me to hold some?"

"Hmm, oh, no don't worry. I think I'm strong enough to carry a few bags." He joked as he locked the car.

Lil nodded and grinned nervously. "Okay." She waited for him to go in first.

"You okay?" He asked as he grabbed a trolly and put the bags in it.

(a trolly are you a brit, mate?)

"Yes." She grabbed his hand. She felt safe behind him and holding his hand. And it was now that she felt more open and vulnerable; she couldn't protect just herself anymore, she had to protect the child inside of her.

(Oh yeah bruv, proper job mate. Wait, you're American right? What is it called where you live?)

"Okay," He intertwined their fingers and pushed the trolly with one hand, this could go wrong in so many ways. They made their way into the first isle. Bread.

("I thought you were American?" xDDD yes i'm american and not proud to be one. I'd rather you call me an Italian if you must)

Lil reached out and grabbed some yummy rolls with a faint growl of hunger as she imagined their taste.

(Hi an Italian, I'm Dad)

He grabbed a loaf of tiger bread, and put it in the cart, continuing to carefully manoeuvre the trolly one-handed.

(I thought you were Mom???)

Lil kept her grip on the rolls. I can't wait for these fucking rolls. Should I have one now…?

(I am all and every, no stopping me, no limits of my power)

Razin looked down at his wife's hand and stopped to gently take the rolls off her, "When we get home."

Lil made a little noise as Razin slowly disconnected her grip. "Okay… Can we go get some goldfish? I'm hankering for some goldfish."

"Sure," He dropped the rolls in with the bread then went back to pushing it, "We can get whatever you want."

Lil made a little noise and quietly nubbed after him, gripping his hand tightly.

They moved on through the isles, stopping to fill the cart.

Lil would occasionally pass stuff that she REALLY liked and filled the cart with saltier snacks such as chips, pretzels, and saltines.

They went to the checkout and the worker scanned the items. Razin stood at the end, filling their bags up before putting them in the trolly.

Lil stood close behind Razin, and turned a deep red when they started checking out her clothes, and baby materials.

He smiled politely at the worker after he had finished loading the bags, and got out his wallet. He took out his credit card, put it into the machine and paid.

Lil tightened her grip as he moved and shuffled behind him.

He squeezes her hand, steering the trolly so it doesn't hit some random child.

Lil trailed after him, still a faint red, and worried looking.

He led her back to the car and unlocked it. He opened the boot and put the bags in.

Lil waited anxiously for him to get back into the car before she herself did so.

"Right then, let's go home." He said as he started the car and left the car park.

Lil nodded quietly, still absorbed in nervousness.