[Lupin himself is also in the store, doctor's orders from the aftermath of his fight be dammed. He needed food, and he didn't want to rely on Jigen or Zenigata to go get it for him. Too prideful. Too independent.
Even with pride, he couldn't deny that moving still, after a couple of days. Breathing still hurt. He too is moving slowly, carefully, but making equal effort to give the impression that nothing is wrong...the stiffness in his motions betrays the truth, despite his best efforts.
He's in the soup aisle, staring at a line of cans and debating between the tomato and the broccoli cheddar, when he notices a familiar sillhouette. There was a certain man whose absence was noted. Don't think that he's not gonna approach.]
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Even with pride, he couldn't deny that moving still, after a couple of days. Breathing still hurt. He too is moving slowly, carefully, but making equal effort to give the impression that nothing is wrong...the stiffness in his motions betrays the truth, despite his best efforts.
He's in the soup aisle, staring at a line of cans and debating between the tomato and the broccoli cheddar, when he notices a familiar sillhouette. There was a certain man whose absence was noted. Don't think that he's not gonna approach.]
So. You're still here. And alive. What's up?