"I don't know why I agreed to be with such a slave driver.""

Walking along the streets of Gibbous Moon, he wasn't happy in the very slightest. Once again, Sven and his partner Rika's lovely abode had run out of food. They decided to hold a game of wits (a.k.a rock, paper, scissors) to settle who would go shopping this weekend. Sadly, he lost because she decided to utilize her feminine wiles (a.k.a puppy dog eyes) to get him to do her bidding. Grumbling with his hands tucked in his pockets, he wondered what would have happened if he said no. The thought crossed his mind and an impish grin formed on his lips. Maybe he could tease her into giving him something later to make up for this atrocity. As noise filtered his thoughts, his lips began to regress into a small frown and he stood with his back straight as he walked. 

Passing by person after person, his eyes flickered from one corner to the next. None of them were interesting in the slightest. Perhaps because none of them were Rika. As much as he loved Rika, she was the only one that interested him and as much as he detested being around other people - he'd do it if it were for her. With a heavy sigh, he stopped and glanced around before pulling the list out of his pocket. There were a few things written down that he would have to retrieve. He wasn't quite sure if he would be able to get all of them or even carry them all back. Shopping was more of a battlefield than a chore anyway. There were women who would gladly die to get a morsel of food for their families, and besides that - he wasn't used to the area like he had been before and was currently lost most likely.

He debated calling Rika for assistance but could just picture the smirk on her face at coming to his rescue. Fat chance. Rolling his eyes, he noticed a shop that could have been one for groceries and gravitated towards it. This would be a very very long day.