B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)
Sixty Seven
"The recipient is coming from there" he said, pointing to the large white square building, with large retail logos emblazoned on the front. The wide parking lot between them and the large building began with parked cars: the morning shopper.
"They were inside the building" Abel said pointing towards the building.
Faith also detected it, the transaction was only about twenty minutes ago which means that they are most likely still in the place.
(Twenty minutes earlier)
"Oh my God." Ricard nodded in disbelief. He looked around the minimarket, then extended his hand to the frozen food section and took out a pack containing three Ready-fried Chicken Thighs and the famous chef-style roast wrapped until shriveled. "Is this real? Real food?"
Angel nodded. "That? Real chicken thighs? Uh-huh." "Rice from what was once a real live chicken?" "Of course."
"There's a lot!" Ricard nodded again. "Frozen food is so much!"
“Stop looking like a fool, you're a caveman or something. Even frozen food alone makes you splash.” Louis began to mock Ricard.
“I've always dedicated my life to my father's organization, and I don't pay much attention around.” Ricard tried to defend himself.
“This is what happens, if all the basic needs of your life are set by others. Even frozen food types you don't know, embarrassing.”
"Stop being childish.” Arnold took the chicken thigh from Ricard and dropped it on a shopping trolley. "It should be put to the best use possible, right?"
“For what to buy frozen food? We don't have a refrigerator in the car.”
Angel was right, they just boarded an old van full of garbage bags.
“Maybe we can cook it later.” Arnold.
“Do not be silly.” Angel returned all the frozen food taken by Ricard, and proposed that they buy some kind of ration or canned food and some mineral water.
“I agree with Angel.” Louis.
Angel and Louis walked towards the canned food and bottled drinks, while Ricard and Arnold stared at each other with disappointed gazes.
"That's right here." Angel and Louis lead in front of the trolley. Arnold and Ricard pushed the trolley obediently.
“Such as being accompanying mom shopping.” Complaining Ricard, Arnold smiled knot.
“We'd better split up to be more effective.” Louis
“Good.”
Louis leaves with Ricard and Angel leaves with Arnold
"Oh my God!" Ricard's voice echoed from the next hallway. A moment later he appeared at the end of the frozen food hall while staring at carrying something in his palm. Louis waved to ask him to come closer.
"What's up, Ricard?"
He rushed over and stretched out his hand. "Can we buy this?"
Louis shook his head, Ricard looked like a child.
Arnold put more Coco Pops boxes into the trolley. Angel looked at the boxes.
"You've got five boxes of Coco Pops."
"Yes, but, right, it's better to be safe than sorry." He elbowed Angel's arm. "At the same time, you like it."
"They're acceptable to my digestive system."
“Ah really? Oh, come on. Just admit it, you really like Coco Pops. I've seen you gobble it up."
"Their protein content is low. I need Pops to support my body."
"Milk is a more useful component of food than Coco Pops."
Arnold shrugged as he passed. "Ah, yes." He observed another cereal box lined the hallway. "Hey look, Rose. You can even eat Coco Pops in the form of a pink Teddy bear." He picked up the cereal corks and closely observed the overly colorful design. "What do you think this little Teddy bear is made of?”
Angel members disagreed. “Possibly not from anything nutritious.”
"Maybe not, but it looks fun." Arnold dropped the cereal box into the trolley. She smiled at Rose. "You remember that fun, right?"
“What?” Angel grinning. "I can give you a definition and a few thousand cultural references to the word included-"
"Forget it."
Arnold passed by Angel, leaving Angel standing staring at the boxes of cereal in front of him. Angel can even remember the first time he tasted the chocolate cereal at Jessi's house, since then he really liked it. Unknowingly, Angel smiled.
“Hey, do you want Coco pops again?”
“No, thank you.”
“Then come on, don't just stand there. We pay for these things first, then we can find coffee or something.”
“How about Ricard and Lou?”
“I'm sure they can handle this, after all they are not small children.” Arnold grabs Angel's shoulder and leads her to the cashier.
This was the first time Arnold had been so relaxed and warm to Angel that Angel could feel it so well.
“Hey, aren't there too many strawberries you're taking?” Louis pulled out some strawberry packs that Ricard had just put into the trolley.
“You're like a stepmom, come on. I just want to eat it.” Ricard whined like a child, something Louis had never seen before. Now some visitors are starting to look towards them.
Louis realized their disguise, he now looked like an eighteen-year-old while Ricard was like a man in his forties.
“Dad, stop treating me like a child. I don't really like strawberry.”
Ricard fell silent while staring in surprise, Louis pulled Ricard's hand and began to whisper.
“Stupid, your appearance is now like a grown man. Can't you act like a man in his forties?”
“Sial, I forgot. Then buy me three packs."
"All right."
Ricard smiled happily, he was like someone who had just won the lottery.
"Oh yeah, we've been going around but why don't we cross paths with Angel. roughly where are they going?"
“Of course, I don't know either. We better buy some bottled drinks and get out of here before you do anything silly.”
After picking up a few bottled drinks, and a few bottles of beer Louis instead decided to go back on the run looking for other necessities.
“Oh yeah by the way, I don't have any cash. How about you?” Richard looked at Louis with a puzzled look.
“Already expected, just relax I still save quite a lot of cash. You don't have to worry.”
“Thank God, you are always reliable."
"Well, that's how I am. You should have realized it from the beginning."
Now the atmosphere between them became quiet, Louis was busy choosing the products to be purchased while Ricard now served as a shopping trolley driver.
'It's really like accompanying my mom shopping, it turns out all women are the same.' Inner Ricard.
