Grocery shopping was something Eita had grown accustom to in his year of living on his own. That being said, though, no matter HOW many times he ventured out, he still wasn’t all too fond of the chore. The crowds of people, the lines, spending money─ all of it was tedious, but unfortunately, it had to be done ( lest he was to starve, of course ).
At the very least, Eita pretty pretty much had a routine down for his shopping trips. He knew exactly what to get and where he needed it from, even having an order in which he trekked each isle. It made the chore tolerable enough, Eita thought. However, this particular trip, his routine was interrupted as he felt another person collide with him while he was minding his own business. How careless.
Luckily, Eita hadn’t been holding onto anything, so no real harm was done. He sighed as he was given an apology of sorts and brushed off his shirt.
“I’m fine,” he confirmed, “You should watch where you’re going.” he added, though no hostility was intended. Looking at the boy, Eita could recall him staring at the shelves just as he’d arrived in the isle himself. Eita raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Do you need help finding something? You look a little lost.” Eita commented. It really wasn’t any of his business and he wasn’t even a worker, but it didn’t hurt to ask.
“You’re right, you’re right, sorry about that!” Kyouhei felt a little humbled by the serious tone and appearance of the person he’d bumped into, mentally forcing himself to promise to pay more attention next time. “Won’t happen again.”
He adjusted the shopping basket on his one arm so it sat comfortably in the crook of his elbow, trying to regain his composure - hard to do when he was so out of it.
Surprised by the question, the brunet couldn’t help but smile sheepishly.
“I’m just… trying to find something I recognize? The reason I bumped into you as because I as trying to check the upper shelves.” He probably sounded really ignorant, not that it mattered at this point. “Ah, do you have any brands to suggest?”
One thing Kyouhei never had to deal with as an only-child in a fairly wealthy family was shopping. He could count the instances that he’d gone out shopping for food or supplies on his hands. It couldn’t be too difficult, though, right?
Wrong. There were five different brands of everything on the shelves, and he couldn’t recognize any of them. He really should’ve looked some stuff up beforehand, there was no doubt some handy-dandy website somewhere.
“I’m almost ready to go home without buying anything…” The brunet muttered and adjusted his cap with a sigh.
In a last-ditch attempt to find something, Kyouhei backed up so he could see the labels on the higher shelves better, but all he ended up doing was bumping into someone.
“Oh, whoops!” He turned to properly address whoever he knocked into with a grin. “My bad, there, wasn’t paying attention. You’re okay, right?”