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[gobighorns]

[There's a man collecting weapons like bottlecaps in the SMITHY and BAZAAR. He examines a knife, puts it down, examines a bigger, sharper, more horrible murder-y knife before nodding in approval and slipping it into a sturdy leather sheathe. He does the same with a few guns, dismantling and examining them with practiced ease before tucking them into his knapsack with a quiet:]

This'll do, [like he's shopping for a baby's car seat or a paint color for the new door trim and not an entire arsenal he can attach to his backpack with duct tape and prayers.

After searching for weapons he decides to do something more relaxing, like stalking Sam Yao for almost half an hour. Nothing suspicious. He'll let the kid go for now. Maybe one day he'll even apologize for basically insinuating that Sam was a terrible person looking to take advantage of Joel's desperation.

To complete his busy day of quiet, creepy mayhem, weapon-collecting and friend-stalking, Joel picks up some ingredients from a nearby store (stuffs some more cans into his pack to take home and hide around the apartment) to make Ellie a spaghetti-and-meatball dinner with homemade meatballs and garlic bread. And salad.

Joel's settling in pretty good, he thinks. He only almost shot someone for startling him twice this week.]

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[solesoul]

[In the grocery store, up on his tip toes, Seto is standing on a lower shelf to try and reach up to a shelf that's just a little too high for him. Granted he's got his tiny hand on it though just barely and he's not high enough to reach that far back. He's trying to grab a can of soup, you see.

While he could probably eat a little bit of it (though not a lot since his stomach still isn't used to richer foods), it isn't for him, but for the person who's been taking care of him. With he store so close by and now a big jacket to walk around outside in, he figured the least he could do is help out and get him some food too...

So uh, care to help a five year old out, Joel?]

[gobighorns]

[yes he does he will help

Joel notices this tiny child desperately scrabbling for a can of soup a little further down the aisle and turns, glances around to see if this is a trap -just on instinct, hunters have sunk to some pretty low depths before and this wouldn't be the worst- before reaching for the can and holding it out for the child.]

This what you want?

[He's over six feet and two hundred pounds of muscle and bone and murder, but he still offers the boy a weary smile.]

[solesoul]

Ah... [He blinks when someone suddenly moves up behind him and grabs the soup he was trying to get. His head tilts back to see the big man behind him and stares for a moment.

Wow... he certaintly is big, isn't he? Not even his grandfather is that tall!!! He had no idea that people could ever be so tall. Granted he's never known what people were like before everything happened in his world and can only base what he knows off of his Grandpa alone since he was the only living human being he'd ever known BUT STILL.

After a moment, he steps off the shelf he was standing on and speaks almost shyly.]

Y... Yes. [He takes it with his tiny hands and offers Joel a smile and small bow.] T-Thank you... [If Joel takes a good look at his face, he might be able to notice he looks more frail than a normal kid should. Like he hasn't eaten in a while]