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Emma was mad…No not mad, furious. The audacity of Fenrir. She had asked him to dress well because they are going to a nice restaurant, but he needs to make a joke about the entire thing. If they were going to McDonalds or KFC a random shirtless man is one thing, but this place had a dress code.
Emma pushed a random lady out of her way as she stormed toward the glowing red target sine off in the distance.
“what was that about,” the lady who was pushed yelled.
“You do not want to fucking mess with me today mam,” Emma snarled over her shoulder. “I have had a sucky day and my …my I do not know what a stupid ass is who does not know how to where a shirt,” Emma turned on her heal to face the woman.
“I’m just Gunna go,” The woman sed while pointing over her shoulder and backing up.
“you do that,” Emma sed aggressively with a wave. Emma turned back toward the target and set off once mor.
Fenrir had never been to a target before, so it was a good thing that he did not splinch himself when trying to get there. When he looks around it looks like he is on top of a building, so he jumps off. He obviously does not get hurt because of his super werewolf powers.
“so, where in the fuck am I,” he snarled as he walked around the building. When he looked around, he could see the rude restaurant in the distance, so it was clear that he had not traveled verry far. Once he was fully around the building, he saw a red and white sign with circles in it, and with a shrug he walked inside.
Emma was finally at the target after angrily storming over and she walked inside. She saw some random kid on the floor inside of the entrance near where you get your carts, but she was to mad to cairn. She was going to get a god dam soda or something.
“Justin,” some random person yelled while running toward the kid on the floor. Emma just kept walking. In nearly any other circumstance Emma would have stopped to help but she just could not work up the motivation to help, so she just kept going.
Fenrir was lost, he walked into the red store, but he could not see his rabbit anywhere. He looked around the food and the clothing and there was just no hope.
“I am just going to go get some meet and then leave,” Fenrir muttered in frustration as he stormed around nocking things off shelfs and shoving people to the side. As he stormed by, he shoved a lady who was holding a frozen pizza and the lady dropped her pizza and glared.
“hey, you,” she yelled at Fenrir, “you think that your so tuff but why not try being kind some time.”
Fenrir stopped moving as the lady yelled. As she finished he glanced over his shoulder with a glair, and the lady ran. She even abandoned her pizza
Fenrir was having a fine time scaring people, but he just did not understand this muggle store. He did see a person wearing a red shirt that people kept asking questions to, so he figured that he would do the same.
Fenrir stormed over to the worker, who was likely only some high schooler based on their height and appearance, and Fenrir started to yell.
Emma was storming through the store toward the soda section when she herd yelling. She was going to just keep moving and mind her own business but one of the voices sounded verry familiar.
“It can’t be,” she muttered in astonishment. As she rounded the corner of the ile that she was in she was astonished , and well, it was what she feared. God dam Fenrir was standing over near the technology section yelling at some por high schooler.
“is that kid even older than I am, Emma muttered as she stormed over. As she got to Fenrir, she grabbed Fenrir’s ear, and started to yank him away. She turned back toward the stunned high schooler and with an apologetic facial expression she sed have a nice day, then turned back around with a glair toward Fenrir, who was still not wearing a shirt.
“you ruin my dinner and then embarrass me at target, what do you have to say for yourself mister.”
“you can’t talk that way to me rabbit,” Fenrir sed angrily right back.
“Fenrir listen here, perhaps you are stronger than me, and maybe you are even smarter than me, but do you know what you are not, a fucking angry half werewolf teen girl.” Fen started to try to talk but Emma did not let him. “so, I am going to buy this onesie, and you are going to god dam where it in front of the pack because at the verry least I want to get the guaranty of laughter out of this night.” As Emma went on her tirade, she had led them to the men’s clothing section, grabbed a bunny onesie, and stormed toward the checkout.
“ra…” Emma interrupted “not one word until we get back to the house.”
Fenrir tried again, “by…” Emma once again interrupted “NOT ONE WORD”
Emma went through the checkout and paid for the onesie and a soda she grabbed from the checkout with a confused Fenrir following her like a duckling. They walked out of the target and around the side of the building. Then Emma grabbed his arm and apparated them into her room.
“rabbit,” Fenrir started, “I did not do anything wrong. I was just…” Emma interrupted “no matter your intentions, you were a fucking ass today and lets just forget this ever happened.
“ok I guess, but because of how you treated me today there is no god dam MR. nice Fenrir any mor,” he snarled at Emma as he stormed away.
“was there ever a mr. nice fen…” Emma muttered as she ran over and jumped face down on to her bed.
“I heard that,” Fenrir yelled back at her.
“I know that you did,” Emma yelled at Fenrir into her pillows.
Emma flipped over on to her back and side, “well that was a shit show.”” Fig jumped onto the bed next to her and meowed. “well,” Emma sed with a slight smile, “at least I got you Fig.”