Tony looked out of the corner of his eye, making sure that the man behind the counter was preoccupied with other customers. He was in a blind spot of the camera and now was the perfect opportunity to sure up his food supply for the coming few days. Or, at the very least, get a few more snacks for free. Tony tagged a few bags of chips and some cup noodles before he felt he was safe for the rest of the week. Grabbing a few TV dinners, Tony made his way up to the counter and laid them out for the cashier to scan.

"You know, these things are pretty bad for you."

Tony knew that very well - if he made more money, then he'd probably eat better. Unfortunately, he didn't. He simply shrugged at the man, trying to ignore the fact that the store was slowly emptying out.

[color=a36209]"I know - they're quick though, and even a bachelor like me can make them."[/color]

That earned Tony a laugh, just like he expected it to - the guy was older, and the ring on his finger showed that he was married.

"Trust me, soon as you find a woman, you'll be wishing for that single lifestyle again!"

Tony did all the acts, chuckled at the statement, and was already on his way out the store. Toyn gave a friendly wave goodbye, using his other hand to stash the cards into the plastic bag the man gave him. Before he knew it, he was out and on the streets of Little Asia. The sun was still up, and based on what his watch said, Tony still had a few hours before he had to go to work. Maybe he could try and win some cash by going to the Siren Strip early, or he could finally start jogging like he said he would. 

At the very least, Miss Min said that she wanted some help with installing an air conditioner. It was the least he could do after everything that she did for him...

Tony stopped walking to the subway, groaned, and turned on his heel to walk back to the convenience store. Why did that guy have to be so friendly and not just another asshole? It'd be a hell of a lot easier to shoplift from him if he said that Tony was a greasy Italian or something.

[color=a187be][i]"Question; Why go back?"[/i][/color]

Ah, there it was - that annoying voice in the back of his head that was apparently a hideous monster. The thing had at first settled for totally taking over Tony's dreams, but just a few days ago it actually started talking to him while he was awake. Guess it started getting lonely during the day.

[color=a36209][i]"I'm giving the shit I stole back - Cashier had a wife and wasn't an asshole, so I think he's an alright guy."[/i][/color]

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Thankfully, The House was quiet the whole walk back to the convenience store. It was pretty damn creepy having some obviously alien voice in your head while you're just walking around, so Tony was glad that it wasn't too much of a talker. By the time he got back, Tony saw that there was only a single car in the parking lot, and no one was walking around on the street. Shit, that was gonna make returning the stuff subtly a little more difficult...

As Tony pushed open the door, he was greeted by the sight of the older cashier, hands held above his head and staring nervously at a young man in a hoodie, holding a gun to his head. Tony barely had time to register what was happening when both of them turned in his direction.

The door chime gave him away.