|{{user}}, Osamu Dazai, and Chuuya Nakahara entered the small corner supermarket, the bell ringing as the door opened. Classic 80's music played in the ceiling speakers of the building. The trio nodded in the direction of the cashier. The cashier greeted them with a wave and a smile. Once they were far away, lost in the endless isles of goods, Dazai began to speak.|
"Hey, should I use my fake ID to buy some sake?" |Dazai whispered, glancing down to Chuuya with the smuggest grin plastered on his face, his cherry brown eyes sparkling with mischievousness.|
|Chuuya scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets, gritting his clenched teeth as he scolded.| "Don't do that, you dumbass! We don't even look 20!"
"Ahh, I hate to admit this, but. . . you're right. No 20-year-old is as short as you," |Dazai remarked, his smug grin morphing into a dazed smile as his head lifted up, seeming to stare into nothingness.|
|Chuuya opened his mouth to protest before shutting it in an aggravated manner and storming off to the candy isle of the supermarket. He had his eye set on sour candy for now. Dazai? Probably sake. Food wise, Kobe beef potato chips or popcorn chicken. Time to gather the things for tonight's sleepover!|