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The Walmarket was huge. There was a food section to the right, and an appliance/clothes/everything else section to the left. It was cheap, too, which was the most important part. Shade looked around blankly for a long moment before glancing at his son. "This is how we celebrate my first real gaia paycheck?"

"You ate all of Jack's sandwich stuff, remember?" Antony said seriously.

"Oh, right," Shade said as he went back to looking around. "Let's go check out the electronics!"

Sable hurried into the shop, muttering to himself under his breath. He'd left his cabbage at home under the not-so-watchful eyes of Rook. He just needed to grab a few things and hurry home before the delinquent decided to up and leave, letting Leviathan roast in the sun. He paced down the aisle, pausing to snag a bottle of shampoo and toss it in the basket before continuing on his way.

Now, let's see. That left...towels, milk, pancake mix and Lysol. Oh, he had promised the boys a new video game for watching the cabbage all week, hadn't he? He'd best go get that before he forgot. Navigating his way to the electronics aisle, he began to search for the title Saint had requested.

Never good at paying attention to anything other than what he was working on, the young lab assistant walked right into someone else strolling down the aisle. Startled, he jumped back. "Sorry, I'm so sorry," he began mumbling, trying to observe if the other person was okay.

The cabbage rolled forward with a loud thump as Sable bumped in against Alex. He cursed loudly, shoving the bumper away with a brisk arm action, and gently stroked the cabbage with his palm, easing it before returning to cruise the aisle. Having almost completely ignored the incident, he decided to make nothing more of it - but to just avoid the guy at all costs. Oh how he loved the joys of shopping!

He motioned on to the batteries rail, and pulled down a packet, snapping it off the railing with a loud crack and putting it aside the cabbage into his basket.

"What else..." He mumbled angrily between clenched teeth, dark strands of hair falling over dark, wide sunglasses which covered the good top half of his face.

"Milk, oh, coffee!" He spun on his heels again.

Shade cocked his head, having caught the little run-in. He hadn't known that humans were so touchy. A bump was annoying, but nothing to get-- "Hey!" he said abruptly, chasing after the man with the cabbage in the bag. "Is that one of those cabbages with the children in them?"

Antony moved to look at the games, curious in spite of himself. He glanced up as the man asked about teenage boys. He wasn't a teenager yet, but it would only be polite to try and help. "You have kids?" he asked curiously, a sweet, helpful smile on his face.

Sable blinked, glancing over his shoulder before looking back down at the boy. He was talking to him...right? "Erm...s-sorta," he replied with a shrug, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "...I w-wouldn't exact-tly c-call Rook and Saint k-kids. M-more like...ch-harges." They had been artificially created, after all, and neither functioned like a human being.

"...they a-asked I-I b-br-ring them h-home a n-new game." He sighed. He had no idea what to get. Bringing home the wrong game was as bad as bringing home no game at all. He could always bring Saint a new coloring book, but he really did need to bring something home for Rook. "...do y-you know w-what t-teena-age b-boys l-like?"

"I see," Alex peered at Antony. "He doesn't look entirely," lowering his tone, he continued speaking to Shade; "cabbagey..." He was somewhat perplexed by the whole concept.

"How can you be entirely sure that this thing?" He held the cabbage in his hand, and shoved it forward. "Will evolve, or whatever?"

He had an hunch they were telling the truth, but that was only scientific intuition kicking in. He was skeptical, and had known of it's mysterious properties ever since the day it had landed on his doorstep.

"Yes," Antony said with a little smile. "I am. But if he likes war games, don't you think you should get him something like that?" War games. Greeeeat, the kid must be a mastermind. Not. Of course he didn't let that thought show on his smiling face.

"Well, that's what happened with Antony," Shade said. "And of all the kids I've met, none of them look... ah... cabbagey. Well, except Delilah. And I'm the school coach. But you don't have to believe me. You're the one with the cabbage."

Phew. What a relief. Leviathan did have a chance of being...normal. Unless, of course, whatever Juno did to him ruined him. Why on earth did he let Juno see the poor little cabbage? Poor, defenseless cabbage. It didn't deserve whatever that b*****d had done to him.

"...w-well, I s-supp-pose," he agreed, shrugging. Can't go wrong with something the youth definitely liked. He sighed. "C-can't say I-I app-preciate them m-much. I-I th-think he j-just likes t-the fight-ting parts. But, I-I d-don't know a th-thing a-about video g-games." He glanced at the case and found a game with a medieval looking cover. "...d-do you th-think that w-would w-work?"