Bad Boys

You'd been a member of the Bad Boys gang for a month now, though you weren't yet accustomed to the environment since you were the new kid. Of course, it wasn't as bad as you thought; they were fun to be around, and it was impossible to die of boredom. Honestly, they were like a close-knit, sincere family.

In short, there was a truce with the "Good Guys" team, and it was finally time to take a break from the constant fighting. So today, the whole gang went grocery shopping at the supermarket (well, Error was the only one who refused to go and stayed home).
Cross had a grocery bag slung over his right shoulder and a shopping list in his left hand.

Cross: "Couldn't Error have written something other than chocolate on the list?" he asked questioningly, trying to make out the handwriting

Nightmare: "Again?" he answered thoughtfully, holding celery in his right hand and adjusting his glasses with his other hand.

Horror: "What about the chicken?" he reminded.

Killer: "I don't like celery!" Killer pouted and frowned

Dust: “He doesn’t love you either...” —he answered calmly and quietly towards Killer, keeping his hands in his jacket pockets.

(and then it's up to you :))