Nicote just hung around outside.

'O-kay....' Aurlieus muttered to himself. 'Let's see here. Ah, there they are.' He snatched a couple boxes of ibuprofen. Stepping back a little, he looked at the rest. 'Might as well grab a good ol' mix,' he said. He continued to take two/three boxes of several medications.

(hey, are npc's a thing?)

(Well, we gotta have them right? Lpng as hey dont get major it should befine....)


Nicote noticed someofficers walking along the street. They were discusing whetherburger kind or mcdonolds was better.


He didnt relax until theyd gone a block away.

A random man walking through the aisle bumped into Aurlieus, sending him rocking forward and shooting his hand forward to the shelf to catch himself.

Aurlieus stayed perfectly still, breathing heavily. His hand had snagged his mask, drawing it down.

(oof this feels too dramatic)

Hearth and Lawrence headed for the kitchen where they wondered how Nanita was doing on dinner. They boys walked shoulder to shoulder, and passed Some people on the way. Lawrence cast a shy little wave, while Hearth was still being a selective mute. They finally arrived at the kitchen.

Nanita was bisy scraping away rats.


(Also sakura is here)

Nicote was still outside. Unaware.

Aurlieus slowly drew his mask back up, hiding his maniacal smile as he turned around and faced the man.

'Sorry fella. Didn't mean to crash into ya like that.' The guy peered at his face, making Aurlieus even more uncomfortable. 'Hey, I think I've heard o' ya. Don't they call you Incognito? The dude that almost killed that one gang member or something like that?' He shook his head as Aurlieus stayed silent. 'Guess not. That guy would probably get arrested the second he walks in here. See ya, pal.' The man walked away.

Aurlieus flicked his knife shut in his pocket.

Nicote swatted away some pigeons who kept clammering near him. "Stop it, you cant be seen near me like this you guys." He seethed. He coidlnt let hissecret out...

Aurlieus finished grabbing the bundle of medicine. Going behind a vacant shelf, he took out his blade and carefully cut the barcodes off the boxes, careful not to damage the medication. Done, he slipped the boxes into the pockets in the interior of his jacket, which he had sown on himself.