@ReticentPariah ― the chicken alfredo pasta."
His eyes gazed over his shoulder, ambling to the seasoning stack which was just a little further down the isle. His head perking ever so slightly when he looked back at him, grabbing a couple of the seasoning bottles.
@ReticentPariah "Yeah, well, I question it too."
The young man said, flashing a smile at him. With as much as Steven tended to snap or even joke about things that he shouldn't, there was no doubt that eventually he was going too, too. "Huh-- oh! Oh uh, I'm fine with regular. Unless you want ―
[@ReticentPariah] — steam from his anger boiled him alive. "Fire crotch? That sounds...𝙝𝙤𝙩." A proud goofish curl formed on his lips. For such a hard ass, he made a lot of dadish jokes. But, as much as he picked on him back, he didn't mind a majority of —
[@ReticentPariah] — following along in it's tracks. "It's better to get it all in one trip anyhow, right?" The young man followed up, and tugged a cart from the line.
[@ReticentPariah] — had a slick tongue, a slipper. One wrong word and it was rapid fire on a response. Hotheaded or short-tempered could also be used, quite possibly. "Perfect idea." His hands went up to shoot yet another 'thumb's up'. This time with a smile —
[@ReticentPariah] — in a way it was always somewhat entertaining to him, because people were easily bothered by it, and he could use it as a push when people were dickheads.
With kind eyes, the young man watched him tug a cart from the bunch, and followed —
┇@ReticentPariah┇ — bit was like seeing a rainbow peak out from rain clouds after a harsh storm. "Good idea." Steven commented with a wiggle of his index. "And maybe some hot chocolate. You know, the one with the tiny... little bitty marshmallows?" His hand —
┇@ReticentPariah┇ — briefly before returning to the road. It wasn't long before they were pulling up into the parking lot of the supermarket, and pulling into park. Hand pushing the door open, the redhead then stepped out, and took in a breath. "It's cold."
┇@ReticentPariah┇ — up his cheeks at his hands placement, removing one hand from the wheel to place gently upon the others, giving a rub of his thumb to his lovers hand. "Yep. Our little dish. It's going to be super bomb." His head nodded, eyes bouncing over —