Written for: 30kisses LJ community.
Pairing: Saotome Alto and Sheryl Nome
Fandom: Macross Frontier
Theme: #28 (Wada Calcium CD3).
Disclaimer: I do not own Macross Frontier or anything related to the Macross franchise.
Rating: PG (for shy hint of contraceptives)
Whenever Alto goes to the nearby drugstore, he would usually only have two to four items in his shopping basket. He was a simple man who didn't really need much. He would just get a bottle of shampoo, soap, toothpaste and deodorant. Then he'd pay for all the things at the registrar and be on his merry way home. He didn't dally to check out if there were better brands or bother to try out some free samples of cologne.
But ever since Sheryl came, things became different.
Sheryl insisted on looking around. She loved stalking through the aisles, taking out one product to another in gleeful fascination like it were the most incredible thing in the world. Most of the time, she'd turn to Alto for his opinion on a particular brand but then brush away his answer as if she'd never ask for it.
Alto would look into the shopping basket, slightly befuddled at how his usual 5-minute routine turned into a half-an-hour spree. Also, there were no longer four items but…more. Female necessities, Sheryl called them. A bottle of her favorite shampoo and conditioner, scented soap, deodorant, feminine wash, body lotion, beauty lotion, hand sanitizer, sunscreen, tampons, vitamins, calcium pills, chocolate kisses and cookies were just some of the things Alto recognized, while the rest were a bunch of unfamiliar bottles with labels that Alto had no desire to know about.
Eventually, Sheryl would run out of amusement and they'd head over to the counter to pay. There would usually be a line—a long one. Alto would switch hands in carrying their heavy load while Sheryl would stand beside him, humming tunelessly. Finally it would be their turn. And sometimes an occasion like this would occur: when the cashier prices out the last item, Sheryl would let out a gasp. She forgets one item, she would tell him. One very important item. Alto would roll his eyes in exasperation and ask her what item she did not get that was so important. Sheryl would correct herself saying it was their item.
She would not need to say anything else as Alto runs to the aisle of said forgotten item. He'd come back, as quickly as he had left, and pushes a box of err—bedroom necessities to the amused lady manning the registrar. He'd always try to seem unfazed. He'd always be successful too— if it were not for the color betraying his face.
Finally, they would leave the store, carrying two to three plastic bags (the biodegradable ones) of what they bought. Alto would sigh, wondering how a simple chore like shopping became a complicated process. He would glance over at Sheryl. She would smile up at him. Alto would chuckle in return, suddenly realizing that it wasn't so bad after all.
Then they'd be on their merry way home.