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Romero nodded as he entered. "Sí. Do you mean the school or the area? I suppose it doesn't matter; both are really cozy. I don't have it quite as bad as you do back home, since Caracas is practically in the middle of everything, but I know what you mean." As a prime oil exporter on the continent, Romero sometimes found it hard to reach every single one of the rigs, but Luis, who lived in a more grandiose home than he, must feel more of an isolation. Perhaps it was better that his capital was right in the center, where he could meet everybody and hear their words.

The thought inadvertently brought memories of Colombia and his lofty mountainside capital of Bogotá back to mind, and Venezuela's fist clenched itself painfully over the handle of the basket he had picked up a moment ago. The handle snapped apart from the force of the impact, causing Romero to start and look at it sheepishly. It seemed that his twin's maddeningly aloof superiority had not yet ceased to enrage him...

Romero replaced the mangled basket somewhere in the middle if the stack and picked up a fresh one. "Quieres comprar la carne?" he asked, in an effort to draw attention away from the destruction. Luis could probably find the most tender cuts, since he regularly exported beef to the other countries. Thus decided, Romero headed off to the produce and dry goods.

Romero gathered the supplies he needed from the fresh greens and walked over to where the lasagna noodles were stored. The memory of Colombia still smoldered in his mind. He and his arrogant twin had been fighting almost from the day they were born, and as they grew up, they often ended up taking separate paths in everything imaginable. Even now, Santiago had chosen politics where Romero chose warfare. While it was true that his twin's government fared better than his own, the Venezuelan thought that Colombia was getting too soft for his arrogance to be well-founded.

Where had Santiago gotten off to, anyway? Romero hadn't seen him since he graduated. Another hint of arrogance, Romero thought, his jaw tightening. For his twin's literacy level was inferior to his own...

Venezuela shook off his temper and returned to the front of the store to pay. He them waited in front of the cashiers for Luis.

When Luis had finished, the two brothers walked back to their dorm.

Gran padded into the store after the Other World Kingdom, tipping his head curiously at her when she asked him what bears ate. Well, that was a silly question, wasn't it? Grizzly bears were all omnivores,and Gran was no exception. Just because he was genetically engineered a dwarf did not mean he did not enjoy his share of Californian refrigerator and vehicle raids as well. But there was only one thing the grizzly cub was craving now, and that was fish.

Gran lifted his nose to the air and began sniffing around, following his nose approximately to the meats section of the store.

(Uh... I can only think of the movie theater, the pets' field,or back to school. Nor can I imagine something funny for Gran to do that can make OWK laugh, short of performing circus stunts. The most entertaining things require Landon too. ^^;; )

Gran watched as the Other World Kingdom picked up a bunch of meats and placed them in front of him. He then approached each one curiously, sniffing at it to get whatever hint of a smell he could from the frozen slabs. He curled his nose as best as a bear could do at the smell of the chicken, for it was a bit too old for his taste. Nor did the grizzly cub feel like eating beef today. At last, he sat down and pawed anxiously at the salmon Patricia had laid out at one end.

(Hmm. What other silly bear stunts can Gran pull to cheer OWK up? If OWK does not respond by the end of the next RP day, Gran will escape, possibly to Dorm 24, where CA will chase him down and apologize to FLA, and maybe GA.)

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