<span style="color: #FF0000">He took his time to getting to the store, there was no real rush. It was something he wasn't exactly accustomed too, but for him, taking the long way to his destination was about as rebellious as it got in his world. The bike vibrated just right, not making too much noise to wake an entire block, but enough for him nonetheless. It was his one pride, his one joy, no matter how monetary and insignificant it might have seemed, but that was the story of his life. Even a matching jacket and helmet he had made sure to order with it after the bike order had been completed, all three things being the bike, helmet and jacket, were in prime condition despite being used for a couple years. He knew how to handle the bike quite well, never having lost any respect and a healthy amount of wariness when it came to the bike and had never went down yet, and he didn't plan to either.<br/><br/>Eventually his route took him to his destination, the typical department store, chock full of everything a man could need, including food it seemed. He cranked the bike into the parking lot, parking it and twisting the key with a flick of his wrist. He stood up, opening the jacket and flipping the helmet off of him, feeling the cool air breathe through his shirt and wash across his short hair covered scalp. He looked around at the mostly empty parking lot, at this time of day it seemed not too many people were concerned with shopping, which was fine by him. He was sure someone could attribute his earlier treatment as a child to his distaste for people, but he wasn't always so sure, he couldn't remember a time that he had ever liked people to begin with. As far as he could tell, it had always been there and his father and mother had done nothing but prove his point as he grew older.<br/><br/>He kicked the stand down in an unconscious gesture, sliding off the bike and stretching for a moment in the light of the rising sun. He turned, helmet still in hand as he made his way for the entrance. He walked past the automated doors, a woman who looked quite pale, even what appeared to be a sickly gray smiled up at him weakly and welcomed him. He raised a brow for a brief moment but only gave a nod to her, nothing else. He decided against a cart, grabbing a basket as he wasn't here for a whole boatload. Only enough to last his mother a few days until some cousins could finally make their way to be able to take over his task once he had to leave.<br/><br/>Far too cheery and overplayed music drifted gently from the speakers overhead as he made his way through the aisles, plucking what he needed and moving on from there.<br/><br/></span>