Prism was fucking exhausted.
After the outcome of her latest match, the hummingbird faunus had been spent in every sense of the word - whether it was referring to her ammo stash, or the fact she couldn’t even conjure a breeze to fly down from Amity Colosseum. After a brief rendezvous with her team and a promise to bring back snacks, she’d taken the nearest transport ship down to Atlas proper in order to swing through the supermarket before heading back to their temporary accommodations.
Given the fact she was being televised worldwide while live, the hummingbird faunus hadn’t bothered to cover up her more apparent animalistic features - so her wings swayed gently behind her as she strolled through the supermarket. The woman was still obviously frazzled from her match with the windswept bird’s nest in her hair and the noticeably dark circles under her eyes, but that didn’t stop her from loading her hand basket with a wide variety of… noticeably unhealthy snacks. Coconut’s favorite snack cakes, that one type of tea Amane liked, those organic chips that Jocelyn was always trying to get her to eat that actually tasted like sawdust… all on top of two different 12-packs of the most caffeinated energy drinks on the market, and she was good to go.
As she rounds the corner to the checkout, Prism stops abruptly - standing in the middle of the aisle was a man with a full cart while having a staring contest with the flower display. Prism blinks, murmuring a nondistinct apology for the near-collision - before taking a step back to look from him to the flower display again. Frankly, the poor dude looked clueless. And a bit weirdly familiar. Maybe he needed someone to throw him a bone?
”Um, if you’re looking for a bouquet for your wife or something, try honeysuckle, aster, and red roses maybe? They mean devotion, patience, and love respectively.” The hummingbird quietly recommends, rubbing the back of her head.