“so I still need dryer sheets, socks… uhmm… where’s the list?”

you begin to pat down your clothes, your jacket, your jeans, your sweater, searching every pocket. it’s not until after you’ve searched yourself that percy reveals the shopping list in between his palms.

“I have it right here.”

“you ass, give me that.” you rip the paper out of his hands and begin to cross off a few items, leaving only four left for you to retrieve. “okay, I need dryer sheets… socks… winter gloves because it’s getting cold outside anddd… a new bra because you broke my only good one the other day.”