The fridge was empty. Almost completely empty, not counting the amount of old ketchup packets that were definetly carrying some weird disease in them.

Will had to go into a grocery store and buy some fucking food. Not just because he was bored and needed to chew something, but because he had a roommate and he didn't want to be responsible for their hunger.

But he didn't have the best memory and he didn't know what the fuck should he buy.

And an hour later he found himself standing in the store, listening to {{user}} as they listed every single thing they needed to buy.

Will was sure he didn't have the money for anything.