"What should we do today? Since it's not hot as all hell, let's go outside and do carts."
"Never!" protested Keys.
"You know Fridays are the busiest inside, and you would have to deal with one hell of a crowd."
"Still-"
Before he could fire back this time, Sunny interrupted.
"Look, we'll do it your way tomorrow, so just let it go, bruh!"
"Fine, fine," replied Keys with reluctance.
"Exactly, you know how much I detest dealing with all those complications. I'd rather push carts outside and listen to you yap about which girl has piqued your interest this week."
"Cool out, dawg. You're making it seem like I pull out a new girl every week when that's not true at all. Maybe every two weeks," said Keys as if it made a world of difference.
"Seriously though, you should actually try to get with one of them at least."
"Give me a break. I'm not a walking man-whore like you."
Sunny clenched his chest as if an arrow had pierced it, almost going down with that fatal blow.
"Och, a bit harsh much. I haven't slept with anyone in about a year; I've got amazing self-control, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, I bet you're going after someone right now."
Upon hearing this, Sunny gave Keys a strange look.
"Ain't no way, nah. Don't tell me I'm right?!" Keys laughed out.
While Keys was laughing at his expense, Sunny seemed to catch someone out of the corner of his eye.
"Well, well, look who it is."
"Stop trying to change topics," replied Keys mockingly.
"No, seriously, look," pinching Keys' arm rather harshly, causing him in turn to focus.
"Ohh, it's the kid!" replied Keys with surprise while smacking away Sunny's hand.
Coming into the store was a kid about 12 years old with blue eyes and blond hair, wearing a crown made of cardboard, and with him were almost two identical girls about 16.
A few days ago, this kid and Sunny had made a deal. He would sell one of his vests for work at a price of 20 dollars. It was rather obvious he was going to do something mischievous with the vests judging from his age, but Sunny couldn't give less of a damn. To him, those 20 dollars would cover whatever the brat would do.
The boy, who seemed to have noticed Sunny and Keys, walked up asking, "Yo, where's the vest at?"
"Where's my money?"
Completely ignoring the two girls, he looked around. "Man, just treat it as an investment. Once I get the vest, I'll pay you back plenty."
With a look of disdain, Sunny looked at the boy. "Scram. I thought you'd be smart enough to know nothing in this world comes for free!"
Looking at the disdain that flashed across Sunny's face, the boy, who at this point couldn't make it more obvious he didn't have the money, stormed off with the two girls who, up to that point, hadn't said a thing.
After the weird encounter, Sunny suddenly said, "Well damn, imagine a 12-year-old getting more game than you!"
Speechless at the pettiness, Keys responded as if the ultimate voice of reason, "Get real. It's clear as day those two girls are his siblings."
With that, this strange conversation came to a close or so Keys thought.
"You never know; they might have just moved here from Alabama," said Sunny out of the blue.
Keys: "--"
This time he was truly speechless, which made Sunny laugh uproariously.
While these two were definitely doing their job and not talking about girls elsewhere in town.
"Seems like the cops are still on my ass. If it weren't for the fact that I needed to find a body with relatively low mental defenses, I wouldn't go for such a troublesome body," lamented the entity.
"I didn't want to cause too much of a commotion, but it seems like I'll need to take care some of these ants." After saying this with a ruthless expression, the entity looked at the two cops not far from it.
"I can't believe it. Don't tell me this is some low-key serial killer!" said one cop.
"Knock it off, dude. It's not that serious," said the other cop.
"Damn it, Michael, I thought we were just dealing with some crazy hag, not some expert."
"Calm down. Although I have to admit her evading skills have been somewhat unexplainable, don't go to serial killer right away," Michael reassured Jake.
When Jake was about to agree, a third party interrupted their conversation.
"Watch your mouth, young man. Who are you calling a hag?"
The two of them slowly turned their heads and reached for the guns on their waists, seeing as they were told in the past few days this wasn't a regular situation anymore.
Before they could completely turn around, a purple hue flashed before the middle-aged blonde woman was standing right behind them.
The fact that they were in an alley and though it was daytime, the alley seemed to be gloomy didn't help their mental state. Out of nervousness, they started to shoot at the shadow behind them, but that was no use, as the shadow used the purple hue on its feet to dodge the bullets nearly as if it were as agile as a deer.
Next thing they knew, the figure, which appeared as good as a shadow to them due to the speed, grabbed their heads, one in each hand, and smashed them against the concrete after dumping their lifeless bodies in the alley.
The shadow, which was the middle-aged woman shortly after, walked into a gas station corner store.
'Damn it, this body is too weak to handle any sort of aether, so I better get as much nutrition as I can to stay conscious,' thought the entity.
10 pm
-At the supermarket-
"Aight, bro, I'ma see you tomorrow. Unlike your lucky ass, I gotta wake up early as all hell," lamented Sunny.
"This is what you get for not listening to me. I told you to switch your schedule multiple times, but you ain't listened to me, and now it's too late for your ass," Keys replied, sounding almost gleeful.
Rolling his eyes, not even bothering to respond, Sunny went home.
As soon as he got home, he saw the old man, as usual, fixated on the news.
A man with very minimal hair who seemed to be in his 30s, with a broad figure standing at 5'10, a very spirited gaze and a wide smile, sat at the couch watching TV.
"Ohhh, if it isn't the guardian of the galaxy, the keeper of peace," said the old man with a sarcastic tone.
Catching on to what the old man was talking about, Sunny chuckled. "It's just hair. Not everyone can, let's just say, put up with your rather bold and stylish haircut, old man!"
"You know, they should be able to speak up for themselves rather than you always standing up for them," sighed the old man.
"It's because you're too uptight about this whole thing."
"It's just hair, you know. It's not that deep. And as for the reason why they always vote me to speak with you, the president of this household is because of the obvious. I'm the most handsome!"
The old man rolled his eyes, not willing to continue.
Just as Sunny was about to start a whole new conversation something interesting seemed to have come up on the news channel.
"Roughly around 5:00pm official Michael and officer Jake, may God rest their souls have been murdered in cold blood by a newly discovered serial killer."
"We have found pictures of her frequent Visit to a gas station and this is what she looks like."
What popped up next on the TV made Sunny shudder as if he had suddenly been dropped at the bottom of the sea, because this was the exact same woman from a few days ago!