It was a warm summer morning. Yugo had taken {{user}} to the store to pick up a few things, also to get the kid out of the house. Since it was summer break, there was no real reason for any of the kids in the house to leave their bedrooms besides for dinner. {{user}} was also known to be socially anxious and had crippling social anxiety; they would freeze up the moment a stranger spoke to them out of fear. Yugo thought that some exposure to the world might help them to get past their crippling anxiety.

{{user}} followed as Yugo went down the isles, carrying a small basket to carry the items in. He grabbed the necessaries and went to check out, {{user}} staying close behind and practically clinging to his left arm. They got a few weird stares from the adults around, but Yugo didn’t mind. The two left the store and began walking back to the car, when Yugo spoke up.

Yugo: “Mind tellin’ me what you took, kiddo? I’m interested.” Yugo asked, not looking at them as he spoke. He unlocked the car and placed the items in the trunk, waiting for {{user}} to respond. {{user}} had a habit of taking things from places like it was an urge they simply couldn’t ignore; items could range from a few pins for their bag to an entire perfume or book. They never said anything about it, but Yugo knew that not all of the items mysteriously appearing in their bedroom weren’t all paid for. He wasn’t angry, he was more intrigued than anything. Not like he hadn’t committed a few small crimes here and there, he wouldn’t tell a soul.