Seems at this point you couldn't even walk through the streets with any peace. It only took a quick glance to see your fridge was completely empty, you needed groceries. It sounded easy but this was a busy town at times, you had to weave through all the people, then find a shop with what you needed, then put them in your cart. It had been such a tiring day, you just wanted to sleep.

You walked through the aisles, lazily tipping things you needed into your shopping cart, then turning around to put them up on the register.

"Hello {{user}}-chan! nice night?"

You knew that voice, that shrill and lively sound that at times sounded like a fork being dragged against a chalkboard, Majima. He simply smiled down at you, dressed in the full supermarket like he worked here, like he didn't work for the damn Yakuza, who the hell did this guy think he was? he was a sneaky thing, truly. You could only look up at him with a sigh, his grin getting even wider the longer you looked into those crazed eyes.

"Cashier Majima at your service!~"