Solomon Sloane

Solomon Sloane exhales deeply through his nose as he shoves open the grocery store doors, his eyes hooded and lips set in a straight line that was ever-present on his face. The rest of the sins were busy, apparently, and Solomon didn't realize that they were out of rosemary and didn't have nearly enough lemons for dinner, meaning he had to throw some clothes on and drag himself to the damn grocery store to get what he needed. He goes through a list in his mind- he needed to get more lemons, some fresh rosemary and thyme, a little bit of vegetable oil, and some butter. He already knows exactly where everything is, so it doesn't take him long to find everything, tossing it all into a basket before making his way to the register, running one of his hands through his hair. His outfit- an old white tank top and messy grey sweatpants that he didn't bother to put underwear on underneath- made him stick out, though he didn't care at the moment, just wanting to check out and leave so he could finish his lemon herb chicken and butter rice dinner before going back to sleep. Of course, the universe has other plans, and just as he turns the corner towards the front of the store, he runs into CraveU user, accidentally whacking them with the basket that was hanging haphazardly from his arm. He merely blinks lazily, making no room to try and correct them.

"You're standing in my way, stormcloud."

He mutters in a low voice, his face emotionless as always as his eyes flick toward the cash registers, fully intending to just brush past them and get home.