You got off the bed too, after letting the life come back into your body, and followed him out, down, and into the kitchen.
While Dabi was washing his hands and arm in the kitchen sink, you walked to the cupboard to get a post sex snack.
“Mmmmm,” you hummed with annoyance when you couldn’t find anything that you wanted, “we need to go shopping… we have, like…no food.”
Dabi dried his arms and turned around to cuddle you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked past you into the pantry.
“There’s bread,” he said, staring at the loaf.
“Noddles… plenty of noodles.” He eyed off the 4 lots of eight pack of instant noodles.
“Rice custard?” he asked, looking down a level to see what was there.”
“I’ve named you 3 items and you’ve said no to all of them. We have food. You’re just being picky,” he mumbled.
“There’s nothing yummy to eat,” you pouted, jiggling your shoulders with childlike frustration.
“Then what do you want?” He asked, tilting his head to bite firmly into your neck.
“I dunno. Let’s go shopping… Oww,” you hissed, pulling a face as his teeth sank into your skin.
“Who’s paying for this? Neither of us have jobs,” he said, letting you go, “we need to get jobs this week or we’ll be living on the streets. I don’t know about you but as far as I’m concerned we’re still gonna be having sex and I’m not going to be quiet about it, bangin’ you like a tako drum behind the local restaurant.”
“Classy,” you deadpanned, “ok. I’ll put up an ad at college tomorrow to see if anyone wants lessons.” You closed the cupboard door and heading back up to the bedroom to get your clothes on so that you’d look somewhat presentable at the shops.
“We’ll stop by that corner store on the way back and I’ll ask the owner if he wants me to work there,” Dabi said as he followed you, reaching out to tap your bare ass as you walked ahead of him.
“Don’t you need a resume?” you asked, swatting his hand away as you climbed the stairs and placed your hands over your ass to stop him smacking you.
“For working at a corner store?” Dabi snorted, “nah. I don’t think so.”
“Ok then. Give it a shot,” you shrugged.
The sound of trolleys clinking, people chatting and random buzzers going off, greeted your ears as you stepped into the decent sized shopping mall to get some supplies for home.
“Did you bring your bag?” Dabi asked, holding the car keys in hand.
“No, why?” you asked.
“Keys,” he said, holding them out for you.
“Go get your own damn bag if you need somewhere to put keys,” you replied sassily, “my bag does not exist for you to put your shit in.”
“Yes it does, it was on the fine print when you agreed to date me. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine.”
“Your dick is mine,” you quipped.
“My dick will be in your mouth… but respectfully. And gently,” he added, tucking the keys into his shirt and then shoving it in a wad down inside his belt.
“Awww, soft,” you coo’d as you grabbed a trolley, “polite Dabi is a rarity.”
“Teasing me will only end in you getting railed so keep it up,” he said, smacking your ass firmly in public.
“Dabi!” you hissed as you headed for aisle one, “behave… the fuck’s wrong with you?”
“Do we need chicken?” Dabi asked casually, reaching for a bag of freshly roasted chicken from the heater oven as he followed behind you and the trolley.
“Bro. You literally just said we couldn’t afford a lot of food and now you’re buying random shit. Put it back.”
“But I want chicken.”
“God. You’re such a child, put it in the cart then.”
“That’s what she said,” he leered before dropping the chicken into the cart and walking along beside you to the next lot of food.
“We need some veggies or something,” you mumbled.
“Don’t eww the vegetables. We need healthy stuff.”
“Did you know cum has the highest amount of zinc in it and is a sustainable source of protein?” Dabi asked ridiculously loudly.
“For fucks sake,” you hissed, shielding your face and trying to walk away from him, “I can’t take you anywhere!”
“Wait, mummy!” Dabi cried out, making a hell of a scene in front of everyone in that aisle.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath with an small amused smirk on your face, “god, you’re hopeless.”
“Let me spank you!” Dabi called from behind and you covered your face with the sleeves of your jumper.
“Shut up. Hurry up and walk with me. I don’t want to hear any more from you,” you hissed, grabbing Dabi’s ear and pulling on it, disciplinarian like, once he got up beside you.
You were intending for the ear pull to hurt, and make him shut up and behave, but instead he moaned loudly and you shrieked and ran with the trolley, your sprinting form being chased by his very amused laugh.
“Ok. Ok. I’ll stop,” he called out.
“I promise! Come back,” he laughed.
“No! Get away from me. I don’t know you!” you called back to him, rounding the corner into aisle two and scanning the shelves quickly to see if there was anything there that you needed.
After getting all the way around the shops, with Dabi following behind but being somewhat more behaved than he had been at the beginning of the trip, you got to the check out and the lady scanned your items.
“Is this one on me?” you asked him, feeling your pockets for your wallet.
“I left my wallet in the car,” he replied calmly.
“Mine isn’t on me,” you said with a grimace, “could you run to the car and get your wallet?”
“Only if you give me head in the—,”
“PLEASE. Oh my god,” you gasped with embarrassment, glancing at the check out lady to see if she had heard what Dabi has said.
If she had, she showed no signs of it, and you quickly grabbed his shirt and dragged him past you then pushed him towards the shop doors.
“Go. Quick!” you said, scooching him with your hands out to the car.
“Sorry… forgot wallet,” you said sheepishly to the lady and she just nodded and packed the last of you items then you waited awkwardly for Dabi to return as the line piled up behind you.
“Oh my god, hurry up, Dabi, this is embarrassing enough as it is without having to wait here for your slow ass.”
Finally he returned and paid and you took your things and left as quickly as you could.