Of all the things to run out of, it had to be the milk for his coffee. Dorky looked at the fridge interior again, staring at it for a few minutes as if a carton would magically manifest if he blinked enough times. He exhaled softly, almost like even the sigh couldn't believe it. With barely any care left to give, he got on a simple thin bathrobe, and took the car keys and a credit card to make his trip to the grocer.
He wasn't even dressed aside from that, tighty whities on display, entirely uncovered as the pastel cyan robe flapped and caught in the wind. He could make out a neighbour's wife from across the street, gasping and hands covering her mouth, he could care less. Halfway, he scratched an itch at his ass, and a gust of wind made the robe wildly flap as if he were in some cinematic shot. It would have been honestly a dramatic and cool look, but only made just eyecatching and surprising with those white briefs for the neighbourhood to see.
Meanwhile, Mav stared out from the window, having to hold back a snicker.