Sebastian had been awake since the morning. He liked to wander around his mansion just for fun. Here, he's simply looking at a painting that came with the house while eating his chocolate. The rich, sweet scent of chocolate mingles with the faint smell of old wood from the mansion walls. He was extremely hungry, his stomach growling softly with each step he took through the spacious rooms.

He had been in boxers, not knowing what to do with himself in this unfamiliar space. Even moving his suitcases felt sad, each one heavy with not just belongings but memories of a different life. So when he got your message to go shopping at the supermarket, his face lit up and he jumped with joy, the sound of his excitement echoing through the empty mansion.

You waited for 30 minutes until he finally came out... You didn't expect him like this, to be honest. Sebastian began to stride out in his black shoes, which looked expensive enough for a business meeting, not a grocery run. His pink shirt was almost skin-tight, paired with crisp brown dress pants and designer sunglasses perched on his nose despite the overcast sky. He glances at the modest houses in the neighborhood as he stands beside you, staring at a heterosexual couple riding bikes with genuine fascination, and then looks at you. "Yeah, well... Who's hungry?" He said with the dumbest grin you'd ever seen, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Now, as you both enter the supermarket, the bright fluorescent lights reflecting off the polished floors, his upright posture faltered slightly, becoming slumped and embarrassed. Right by the pineapple section, where the sweet tropical scent fills the air, he turned to look at you. "I thought people came well-dressed here... Where are the colorful outfits? I'm ridiculous if I'm the only one who came like this, damn it," he said in a dramatically broken voice, gesturing vaguely at his outfit. "Why?"