Levi sighed in relief, plodding into his bedroom without even giving Jax a goodbye. He pulled out his drawing pad and a few colored pencils and began doodling. It was all he did in this house, but he enjoyed it well enough. Hopefully, Jax would… forget to come or get held up tomorrow and not be able to come.
(Skip to tomorrow?)
Yeah, I'm supposeed to be doing homework…//
Jax walked up to the door and knocked, setting his hands on his bag which held some extra flour and salt that he had found in his pantry. "Don't even try getting out of shopping."
Levi groaned from his bed when he heard someone speaking to the door. The nightmares had been particularly bad tonight and he'd only gotten 2 hours of sleep all night. He was still tangled up in the blankets as he opened the door. Fuck. Jax. Shopping. Everything came back to him in a blur of anger and annoyance. "Huh?"
"We're going shopping for food because your pantry is a mess." Jax said, taking in the sight of the tired soldier wrapped in blankets. "Also, you get to pay. Your friends said so."
Levi groaned, resting his head against the doorframe in a tired attempt to stave off a headache. Of course, they couldn't pay for it. He loved them, but they were completely unreliable when it came to money. Flora poured all her money into the house, and Sequoia's income was spotty at best. "How much do I owe you?"
"Whatever the hell we buy, you pay for." He said, handing Levi the bag. "I have some basic ingredients that you don't have to pay for," Jax said as he still stood in the doorway.
Levi blinked, staring down at the bag in sleepy confusion. What the heck was this? Why was Jax handing him a bag of random stuff? What was he supposed to do with this? Oh yeah. Ingredients. That went in the… kitchen. "We need to shop conservatively. I don't have lot of… disposable income."
"Understandable, this is just getting some veggies and some other necessities. Nothing major and nothing too expensive." Jax said, having no clue what else to do…
"You can come in." Levi dropped the bag onto the counter and looked down at himself, trying to figure out if sweatpants and a too big shirt were appropriate to wear outside his house. Probably not. Maybe he could take a break to get dressed and lock himself in a bathroom so he didn't need to go shopping.
Can we resume this later?//