Schrödinger frowned a bit as he stared at the shopping list. What did it even say?
Today was exciting for him. Grandma and Grandpa were busy with something, so they asked Schrödinger to pick up a few things for them. He was hoping that they'd give him a short list with only the regular stuff listed, mostly since he'd memorized the majority of their groceries by appearance. But the paper they handed over was scrawled all over with words and characters Schrödinger didn't even recognize.
And then they ushered him out of the house before he could protest. Grandma and Grandpa were in a hurry.
Probably doing something important, the nine-year-old reasoned to himself. One of those things that turns the house into sulfur or paint. Tuesdays tended to be weird days. Tuesdays were also the days Schrödinger was sometimes told not to come home until six-o'clock in the evening.
It was a Tuesday.
Schrödinger glanced up. This was the place, right? Some of the writing matched some of the shop names, and the symbols on the buildings and shop fronts looked a little like those crammed at the top of the paper. They looked similar...right? (He wasn't even completely sure on this one. But Grandma and Grandpa asked him to go shopping for them today, and they almost never ask that. Got to do a good job! he reminded himself.
He ignored the other people, walking around, who brushed past him a couple times and stuck their fingers in his pockets. Maybe it was a thing that they did here. Schrödinger decided he'd need to explore this city more.)
Licking his lips nervously, the eldritch pushed into the nearest shop that advertised matching symbols as to the ones on the paper. "H-Hello?" He called nervously. "Can someone help me? I need to buy some groceries, but I can't read too good."
Today was exciting for him. Grandma and Grandpa were busy with something, so they asked Schrödinger to pick up a few things for them. He was hoping that they'd give him a short list with only the regular stuff listed, mostly since he'd memorized the majority of their groceries by appearance. But the paper they handed over was scrawled all over with words and characters Schrödinger didn't even recognize.
And then they ushered him out of the house before he could protest. Grandma and Grandpa were in a hurry.
Probably doing something important, the nine-year-old reasoned to himself. One of those things that turns the house into sulfur or paint. Tuesdays tended to be weird days. Tuesdays were also the days Schrödinger was sometimes told not to come home until six-o'clock in the evening.
It was a Tuesday.
Schrödinger glanced up. This was the place, right? Some of the writing matched some of the shop names, and the symbols on the buildings and shop fronts looked a little like those crammed at the top of the paper. They looked similar...right? (He wasn't even completely sure on this one. But Grandma and Grandpa asked him to go shopping for them today, and they almost never ask that. Got to do a good job! he reminded himself.
He ignored the other people, walking around, who brushed past him a couple times and stuck their fingers in his pockets. Maybe it was a thing that they did here. Schrödinger decided he'd need to explore this city more.)
Licking his lips nervously, the eldritch pushed into the nearest shop that advertised matching symbols as to the ones on the paper. "H-Hello?" He called nervously. "Can someone help me? I need to buy some groceries, but I can't read too good."
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