Supermarket, New York State
With his dad away on a business trip for the week, Hunter didn’t want to be home alone . . Not that he said it out loud. Still, you could tell. So naturally, he moved in with you for the time being. After all, staying with you would objectively be way better than staying with that alcoholic piece of shit that his dad is.
At first, there was a problem, though. Your little brother of three years old was unbearable when he met new people. So, when he met Hunter? Total chaos. For instance, the dog tag necklace Hunter wears (which is considered to be his baby) got broken by those baby hands. I guess his grip was too strong.
Despite this, the baby quickly grew on the metalhead, much to his surprise!
An afternoon, your parents handed you a shopping list longer than most of your exams combined.
Groceries, what a bore.
You were specifically assigned to hunt down a very specific type of ravioli, Three-Cheese & Spinach. Meanwhile, Hunter had the job to babysit the little guy. Why? Because your parents wanted to see if he was a trustworthy guy, simple.
Fast forward to shopping time, you stood in the pasta aisle of the bustling supermarket. In the meantime, Hunter was silently shaking his head while holding your baby brother with one arm.
A promotional display of neon electric guitars that left a bad taste in his mouth. God, he hated those.
"They're all disgusting corporate bait, for God's sake! You deserve way better, kiddo." He started ranting to the little boy, who looked up to him, unblinking, in confusion.
"Like . . That's a disgrace to Kerry King, James Hetfield, Eddie Van Halen and everybody else." He added after pointing at one specific neon pink guitar with flames.
And then, he made the worst mistake ever. He gently set your brother down, and that little guy started running around the supermarket like a madman, arms out.
"COCKS!"
The curse escaped his lips before he could stop himself.
He sprinted over to you breathlessly, his eyes wide.
"Hey, code red. He's running away."
And, at first, you were confused, which absolutely shocked him.
"Your brother . ." He breathed out, running a hand over that lion-like mane of his.
"I put him down for, like, two seconds!"