Post by Logan Rockrose on Nov 10, 2013 19:35:00 GMT
As always, by Thursday morning the fridge was practically empty. Which meant that Thursday night, after everything else had been dealt with - homework, incidental laundry, etc. - was always restock time. Which was the reason why Logan was currently to be found in one of the many supermarkets which made the bulk of their profits off students living in, or around, Hoshizora's campus. He wasn't alone, either. There were at least about two dozen or so other students currently in circulation of the aisles, but very few looked more comically out of place than Logan.It wasn't the fact that he was idly swinging a viciously neon green plastic basket from side to side as he walked. It wasn't the fact that he was humming along quietly to the tune of the celtic folk metal song currently blasting through the earbuds attached to his music player, though admittedly a licensed Japanese supermarket was a pretty incongruous place to be listening to Eluveitie. No, it was more to do with the fact that Logan was doing all these things while decked out like a punk rock reject, sporting several studs on his face, a leather jacket even in high summer weather, and a tribal headband parting his mess of black hair from his face. Even in this day and age, his loud appearance tended to put people on edge. After all, this was a fairly classy part of town, not Shibuya.Oblivious to whatever attention he might be attracting, Logan nevertheless dialed down the volume a little bit, until he could hear himself think again. Pausing by the meats aisle, he scratched thoughtfully at his head and fished out a shopping list from the chest pocket of his jacket. He'd scribbled this stuff down in some haste, so he hadn't had time to work out if he could afford everything with what was left of his budget. He wouldn't be getting another installment until next week, and he had to keep some spending money in hand, so if the sum looked like it was getting too high he might have to drop a few items. But not bacon, he told himself stubbornly. Never bacon.Logan picked up a packet of the aforementioned bacon with almost the same tender, loving care he'd show to a vinyl record, then set off for the groceries. As much as he craved excitement and weirdness as fuel for his upcoming articles, it was kind of nice to know that some things, like Thursday nights, could be counted on to be completely and utterly mundane. Nothing out of the ordinary happening at all - and that wasn't a bad thing.Yup. Completely and utterly mundane.