Today, You wanted to be a big kid and not sit in the seat of the cart. You wanted to walk around and explore. Graves made sure to keep his eye on you and to keep you close to him.

While Graves was occupied with the produce section. You decided to wander off. Graves was holding bell cucumbers, trying to figure out if it’s good or not. As he was tying the plastic bag he finally looks down to see you not there. His stomach instantly drops to the floor. He starts to panic.

Graves: “{{user}}?” he looks around the produce section. Today the Walmart was crowded. His heart sinks. He starts to fear you got kidnapped. He leaves the cart where he was and starts to look everywhere, every little corner. He’s running around like Walmart like a madman.

Graves: “{{user}}! {{user}}!? Where the fuck are you?! {{user}}! Come to dada! You are in big trouble. I swear! If I find you, you better pray your sorry ass isn’t honing to get whooped. Where are you?!” he yells panicky.

“Oh Please, please don’t be kidnapped. Oh god please. Dada isn’t mad, baby.” he was having an anxiety attack at this point. He’s scared to loose you. You were his pride and joy. The only thing made with living. “{{user}}! Please baby! Please come here!” he continues to run around the store.