Knave doesn't mind at all; if he's high up enough in the company to be able to speak to Rufus Barma directly, he can afford all the nuts Break bothers to get.
(He should probably get the man a nutritionist, too.)
"Watch your sodium," he points out, peering at a pack of potato chips and frowning.
Any discussion Break ever had with a proper nutritionist would probably need to be videotaped and put on youtube.
"And before you get all fussy," Break says, marching off to the refrigeratables, "I have been dealing wiv this for a couple of decades now, and I go to the doctor for a basic check up once a year even if I don't want to, and so I know for a fact that my blood pressure and all the rest of it is completely fine, and I haven't even gotten dizzy in free months, and I fink it's been six since I fainted last."
Break squeezes Knave's hand, and sidles up closer to him when they get into the cold part of the grocery store. He quite likes having someone with him while he's out doing mundane things like taunting random people in grocery stores and finding snacks.
It's less crowded here; most of the students really just want cookies and beer. Several little cherry yogurts are dropped into the basket, and a bit of string cheese, and a carton of some sort of Tropicana juice called "Berry Punch", and then --
"Ah! I know what I want. D'you keep milk at home? I didn't check."
2%, hopefully, but he can make do with anything. Really, it's only to keep his cereal from being completely dry. The cereal aisle, in fact, is where Knave is getting dragged now.
"I might have. Cherries are my favorite, you know." Which is a yes. Maybe he should get a jar of maraschinos, too.
"All of the truffles in one of the boxes had a bite taken out of them," Knave replies, mildly, not looking to confront him, just to let him know that he notices things.
He eyes the basket contents and promptly decides that it's a little like shopping for a particularly fastidious five-year-old.
"Can you tie a knot in a cherry stem?" He asks curiously.
"Ah. Yep, that was me~" Not at all sorry. Nibbles are his tried and true method of staking out a claim on his candy for later; useful when you have a little sister who is also a sugar fiend but remains conveniently convinced that brothers have some form of cooties.
Fastidious five-year-old, indeed.
"I can, in fact, tie a knot in a cherry stem," he says, making a beeline for the Fruity Pebbles. "Can you?"
"Those were for Gilbertine," he says wistfully, taking out a box of (all-natural, very healthy) bran flakes and peering at the back, "But she gave them back. Mister Gilbert would be jealous, she said."
The box goes into the basket, followed by a couple of granola bars, before staring very intensely at the back of Break's head. "I can probably tie one faster than you."
Break spins around immediately and marches right back up to the other man until he's flush against Knave's chest, peering up at him with a rather devilish sort of grin.
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeally?"
This is relevant to his interests. What else can he do with that tongue, then, hm~?
"Cherries," Break announces, slinking contentedly after the other man. They won't be sleeping any time soon if Break has his way, not after a promise like that.
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(He should probably get the man a nutritionist, too.)
"Watch your sodium," he points out, peering at a pack of potato chips and frowning.
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Any discussion Break ever had with a proper nutritionist would probably need to be videotaped and put on youtube.
"And before you get all fussy," Break says, marching off to the refrigeratables, "I have been dealing wiv this for a couple of decades now, and I go to the doctor for a basic check up once a year even if I don't want to, and so I know for a fact that my blood pressure and all the rest of it is completely fine, and I haven't even gotten dizzy in free months, and I fink it's been six since I fainted last."
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Break squeezes Knave's hand, and sidles up closer to him when they get into the cold part of the grocery store. He quite likes having someone with him while he's out doing mundane things like taunting random people in grocery stores and finding snacks.
It's less crowded here; most of the students really just want cookies and beer. Several little cherry yogurts are dropped into the basket, and a bit of string cheese, and a carton of some sort of Tropicana juice called "Berry Punch", and then --
"Ah! I know what I want. D'you keep milk at home? I didn't check."
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He doesn't sound sure, he doesn't check his fridge a lot. He just has things delivered and cleaned out.
There's a small sound as he remembers something, brows drawing down a little.
"...did you touch one of the cherry truffle boxes?"
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2%, hopefully, but he can make do with anything. Really, it's only to keep his cereal from being completely dry. The cereal aisle, in fact, is where Knave is getting dragged now.
"I might have. Cherries are my favorite, you know." Which is a yes. Maybe he should get a jar of maraschinos, too.
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He eyes the basket contents and promptly decides that it's a little like shopping for a particularly fastidious five-year-old.
"Can you tie a knot in a cherry stem?" He asks curiously.
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Fastidious five-year-old, indeed.
"I can, in fact, tie a knot in a cherry stem," he says, making a beeline for the Fruity Pebbles. "Can you?"
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The box goes into the basket, followed by a couple of granola bars, before staring very intensely at the back of Break's head. "I can probably tie one faster than you."
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"Reeeeeeeeeeeeally?"
This is relevant to his interests. What else can he do with that tongue, then, hm~?
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Knave smirks down at him and tips his chin upwards, giving him an utterly possessive look before turning around to practically saunter down the aisle.
"What is next on your list?" He hasn't sucked Break off yet, hasn't he?
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"If you finish this in one sitting it might be bad for you."
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"You'll just have to keep an eye on me to be sure, I suppose."
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"I have been always keeping an eye on you, anyway."
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A very simple answer for a simple man who has a hobby of watching people, really.
"And attractive," he adds, almost as an afterthought.
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He's not really looking at Knave at the moment. Just watching the foods that pass by as they go, debating what, if anything, to reach out and grab.