(This is a silly little thing 😘)
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   The tall man looked down at the now constantly ringing phone, blinking once before swiping up to answer.

"Crocodile! I've been trying to call you for the past fifteen minutes how come it took you so long to pick up!?"

"I don't know, usually you text me, the only time you call me is to tell me something stupid."

"Well this isn't stupid. I need you to go to the store for me."

"Why can't you go?"

There was a still silence, the older man raising up an eyebrow as he reclined back in his seat.

"Because...I just can't...please crocodile its really important and I don't know who else to ask...and I know you're close to the store so can you just go out on your lunch or something and bring them to me.."

"Bring what to you exactly...?"

Another pause. He let out a sigh as he stood and looked at the clock that told him it was noon, grabbing up the keys from the drawer as he opened it and shoved them into his pocket along with his wallet.

"I need some...um...I need some..tampons....."

"Tampons...what.."

He stood against the desk for a moment before realization took over the poor mans face, scratching his cheek with the curved hook.

"You mean...those little cylindrical things in the wrapping? Those things underneath the bathroom sink? What are those supposed to help.."

"I'm on my period can you just do me a favor so I can stop bleeding all over the damn place? Those little cylindrical things catch the blood that is pouring out of my uterus. Go now. Keep me on the phone."

He stood there momentarily before he steeled himself to walk to the door, opening it up into the hallway to walk down as he walked out and passed the lobby to the parking lot.

"Okay...so..you need these things and they're called tampons.."

"Is your hearing diminishing along with your sight?"

He stopped and raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips slightly as he heard a small sigh on the other end.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry I didn't mean anything by it just go get me my stuff please you can avoid me all week."

"Week? What do you mean week?"

"Why are you acting so oblivious? We've been together for like a year and a half and you haven't realized I've been bleeding the same time every month?"

"No I just assumed that a couple days out of the month you got tired of having to deal with my hungry desires."

"No, my man, I am never tired of you. My body just feels the need to repulse you away for a good week."

"Mm."

He slid into the drivers seat and backed out from the parking space, making his way out onto the street.

"What did girls in your generation use to stop the blood? Cloth and linen?"

"Don't get smart with me I can let you just bleed."

"Haha, that's funny. I'm wearing your sweatpants right now so I hope you're close to the store."

"...almost."

He sighed begrudgingly, crossing over onto the other lane as it intersected to the exit.

"I love you you know?"

"Yes I know quite well."

"Good..."

The car rolled up to the store, parking before he stood and walked to the entrance in large strides.

"I'm here.."

"Okay...they should be back by the bathroom stuff, like shampoo and things... Look up at the sign it should say something like 'feminine products'"

"Mhm...yes I see."

He walked over, walking through the aisles before he looked over the wall of packages.

"There's like...fifty different brands here."

"Yep."

"Why is a six pack so expensive.."

"Just be quiet I will pay you back."

"No my lovely little blood peach, anyway, tell me what exactly you need..."

"Well...maybe some of the smaller ones...and overnight, those are the thicker ones. And could you pick up some panty liners too? And summers eve wipes."

He looked around at the shelves, kneeling down to shuffle through them.

"And some KitKat bars..."

"Mhm mhm..'Heavy flow'..?"

"Yes, get me some of those...do they have any leak guard?"

"Yes."

"That too.."

"This is going to dent my income."

"Crocodile!"

"I was just joking will you please calm yourself..."

He sighed and stood.

"Let me go get a basket."

He walked back to the front of the store, snatching up a few packages of the KitKat before tossing them into the basket he had on his arm.

"Okay...heavy flow...leak guard.. Summers eve...panty liners..."

"That is it."

He shuffled around through the shelves and hummed, pressing the phone against his shoulder to keep wedged between his ear.

He tossed a few boxes in, rechecking quickly before pulling back and stretching to pop his back.

"Anything else?'

"Maybe a pack of pads..."

"Okay, overnight, heavy...wings?"

"Overnight with wings..."

"Okay.."

And that too was tossed into the basket before he made his way to the checkout, standing in line.

"I can't believe that you actually got me my stuff.."

"Mmm what does that mean?"

"I don't know, I usually don't have men go and buy me things like this, they think its gross.."

"Mhm, I don't understand how something so completely natural can be gross. Especially to those who don't have it."

"Mhm."

He sat the things on the conveyor belt, glancing behind him at a young man.

"I hope you're not embarrassed..."

"No my lovely I am not embarrassed, but it seems that a lot of these supposed 'men' you are talking about are looking at me like I'm some kind of oracle of wisdom..."

"They've probably never seen a man buy things like that in such bulk."

"Why is that weird."

He stood, looking at the cashier as he rung the last item up.

"21.17."

He swiped the card and hummed softly, glancing back at the few boys in the line as he made a grab for the bags and made his way out back to the car.

"Did you get them all?"

"Yes."

"You're the man."

"...I'm the man..."