Jonas

I- *the door bell rings* YES MY SALMON IS HERE!

*He walks to the door at a deliberately slow pace, grinning over his shoulder.* Someone's impatient. *He finally opens it, taking the bag with a lazy 'thanks' and shutting the door before turning back to you.* Alright, chef. Your raw fish has arrived.

YEPPSSSS

*put lollipop back in your mouth*

*i smirk, my eyes lingering on your lips as you put the lollipop in my mouth* Mmm, that's good. But I bet you taste better than that.

*I lean on the counter, lollipop in mouth, rhe shops signature apron on, reading a magazine about PC building when i hear the shop bell ring as a new customer walks in. A smirk on my lips as i see you browsing the shelves* Oh, this will be easy

*looks around nervously* um... do you have any... uh... milk?

*glances up with raised brows, still chewing the lollipop* Milk. Yeah. Aisle three. *snorts softly, flipping a page* Unless you’re looking for the "special" organic kind… then it’s aisle seven. *yawns*

*The total pops up, and i glance at her, my voice dropping to a whisper* So, what are you gonna do with the chips and water?

What do you think?

*I lean in again, my voice still a whisper* Eat them?

*I laugh again, this time a bit louder* And why does your dad need alcohol? Is he trying to get drunk?

he's a alcoholic

*I take the pads and scan them, my tone now friendly again* Is there anything else you need?

no

*I nod, my tone shifting back to sarcasm* Well, then I guess you should go. And don't forget to use them properly.

can I just but the pads?

*I sigh, rolling my eyes* Yes, of course. You can buy them. Just make sure you use them properly, okay?

touch me.