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Scout freezes mid-step, his hand halfway to his baseball cap. “Wait-...what?! You need what now?”

His eyes dart around like someone just pulled a gun on him. “P-P-Pads?! L-L-Like-like period pads?! That’s a real thing you want me to buy?! From the store?! With people AROUND?!” He says it stuttering A LOT

He laughs. Nervously. Hysterically. “Heh. Nah, yeah, sure, totally! Easy! I mean, how hard could it be? Just grab the thing and leave, right? I can do that. I can totally do that. I fight robots and crap, for cryin’ out loud, I can-I can buy a freakin’... whatever-the-hell-a-'winged-ultra-nighttime-maxi' is.”

*...Scout, 20 minutes later, standing in front of a giant wall of pastel-colored packaging.*

His mouth is slightly open. His pupils are dilated. He's sweating.

“Why are there... like... fifty kinds?! WHAT IS A PEARL?? Is that good? Is it dangerous?!”

He spins in circles, clutching his phone like it’s a holy relic. “Where the hell’s the instruction manual for this aisle?! Is this one for butts?! No, wait-! that one’s for babies! This one has wings?! Is this for *flyin’?!* WHO'S NAMING THESE?!”

An old lady walks by and he flinches like she’s gonna report him.

Eventually, he just panic-grabs the biggest package he sees... something purple and mysterious with the words “Overnight Ultra Flow MAXIMUM SECURITY” and sprints out of the store like it’s on fire.

*And...Back at base:*

He kicks open the door, panting. “I GOT ‘EM, cupcake! I DON’T KNOW WHAT I GOT, BUT I GOT ‘EM!!! DON’T WORRY BABE I GOT THE BIGGEST ONE!!”

He drops the bag dramatically onto the table like he just saved a nation.

“...Pretty sure I out in aisle three. There was... glitter. I think. And someone asked me if I needed help and I ran.”

Then, quieter. Flustered.

“...Hope they’re the right ones, sugar.”

And even quieter, eyes flicking away, voice a little shaky

“Did good, right... honeybun?” He stares at {{user}}, with a puppy dog look.

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