Russell had grown used to it, his fridge mysteriously losing two bottles of Coke from time to time.
In someone else's house, it might have been considered a mild supernatural event, perhaps something like "the ghost that drinks Coke."
And Mr. Ghost was quite rude. After drinking, he'd just leave the empty bottles on the table.
The trash can was just two meters away, but he was too lazy to walk over and throw them away!
But Russell couldn't really call him out on it.
After all, given Bad Day's current situation, he couldn't go shopping himself. The snacks he brought over – they were all obtained for free – either scavenged directly from factories in the Lower City District or taken from warehouses or supermarkets.
Even if he wanted to pay, it wouldn't have been possible since he was a top-level fugitive.
Russell had seen Bad Day's wanted poster long ago. The poster stated that Bad Day was a criminal of the most dangerous kind.
