[Rick grunted, continuing to search through the fridge.. with as little stuff in the fridge as there was to search through, anyway. Seriously, this was kind of sad. If this was actually his house, he probably would've cared to go out and buy some more food. But luckily, it wasn't his house, so it didn't matter much to him! Also he was high right now. Because of course he was high.]

[Whilst he was busy digging through this random persons fridge, he didn't notice their front door opening and them coming back with-- hey! Groceries! Nice. They needed those desperately, there was only a thing of orange juice, a bottle of ketchup, and a singular raisin in the fridge. One fucking raisin. Who does that? Normally people eat raisins by the handful, not singular.]

"Oh hey.. look, groceries." [He laughed, causing alarm from the person who the house actually fucking belonged too, who had now dropped their grocery bags on the floor in shock. He didn't blame them that much, there was a old (well, he looked young to them. He's biologically only 27, but still) fucking man in their house that they didn't know.]