#though the temptation to have brain reminisce about the union leaders was REAL

[corishadowfang]

...Okay I wanted to get in on the silliness this time haha.

(Bagel posting here, here, and here.)

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            “Alright,” Brain said with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.  “When I asked you to help with groceries, what, exactly, did you hear?”

            His—friend? Roommate? Science experiment?—his something gave him a sheepish smile, then nearly fumbled and dropped their armful of bagels.  Not that it would’ve really mattered; there were grocery bags of them already piled on the table, the counters, and lingering around their feet.  If nothing else, Brain was impressed that they’d managed to get everything back to the apartment.  “They were on sale?” they offered.

            “What are we going to do with a lifetime supply of bagels.”

            “It was a good bargain!”

            “Player.”

            His friend moved, and it took until they were nearly dumped unceremoniously in his arms for him to realize they were being passed to him.  As it was, he had to scramble not to drop them.  “Hang on—I didn’t ask for these—”

            They gave him a smile that was decidedly unrepentant.  “You can give them to the Spirits,” they signed now that their hands were free.

            “They don’t eat bagels.”

            His roommate pointedly ignored him, rummaging through the bags and looking for places to put their newly-acquired hoard.

            Brain gave them a glare that he couldn’t quite maintain, then sighed, setting the bags on the table.  “You know we’re going to have to go back out and get actual groceries, right?”

            “Mm-hm.”

            “And we’re going to need somewhere to put them,” he continued, pointedly.

            They hesitated, giving their kitchen a contemplative look.  After a moment of thought they turned to Brain with a grin that he wasn’t sure if he should be alarmed or amused by.

~*~

            -“Master Brain,” Sigurd asked, sounding slightly confused, “have you seen your friend recently?”

He only spared half a glance from his notebook, a quick sketch of his roommate’s rusted Starlight staring back at him.  “Nope.”  Though he probably would soon; they were supposed to be working on digging into their missing memories in roughly half an hour, though he wouldn’t be surprised if they got waylaid by their friends or Heartless or something.

            “Oh.”

            “Why do you ask?”

            “Well—several of the Heirs were complaining about them earlier.  Something about dropping bagels on them?”

            Brain lifted his notebook to hide his smirk.  “Probably someone else.”

            “…Right.”