>You walk through the supermarket, dodging looters running out of the store, while also dodging the bullets security is firing at them.>While you're certain it can't kill you, it still hurts.>How the fuck does Loona manage? Speakings of, she must have gone to get what she needed.>You walk to the bathroom & sex toys isle. That's a stupid fucking combination.>Rows and rows of different toilet paper, lysol, drain cleaner, and rows and rows of dildos.>And in the middle of the isle was Loona.>"Oh-- uh... I didn't see anything." you say, grabbing the large box of toilet paper next to her.>She jumped, and blushed.>"I-- uh... you... not..." she stuttered>"I've seen so much shit today. Just put what your getting in the cart.">"It's not-- I don't... FUCK!" she says, upset.>"I don't care." You say, starting to pull the cart away>"I came for some uh-- sanitary napkins.">"Sure.">"No, really, you dumbass!" she says, getting upset.>From your perspective, it looked very much like she was dildo shopping, but it's possible she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.>"Whatever. Wrong place, wrong time.">'Yeah..." she said, "Hey...">She paused.>"You're not a dumbass.">She paused again>"Just retarded" she added, throwing a box into the cart.>The way back was rather uneventful, but Loona did happen to point out that the supermarket was in the process of having a fire in the kitchen put out. Nobody noticed.>"Oh good, you're back." Blitzo says, taking the pack of toilet paper.>"You uh--- sure tha--">"Yeah, I'm fucking certain.">"BLITZ" yelled Loona, embarrased>"HI FUCKING CERTAIN I'M BLITZO">You didn't laugh>Loona didn't laugh>Blitzo chuckled like a madman, taking the roll of toilet paper into the bathroom.>>19038257I think it proved that even though her son was fucked up, she still wanted to spend time with him, and wanted him to interact with his family. She cared that he was fuckin a plushie, but she loved him the same.
How fucked is that?
