[Credence knows by now to read the labels carefully so that he doesn't miss anything. The instructions are always there and he's missed them enough times to know that doing that again might leave him in a situation he doesn't really want to be in.
METAMalt Classic, a blue drink that had a flavor so strong that his first sip sent him into coughing spasms. It tasted of gasoline or something much worse and he stops after he's finished the shot. He quickly gets a pleasant hazy feeling, smiling hugely at anyone that so much as glances in his direction. He's never been drunk before and while he's not completely gone, it's close enough.
It's also enough that he feels a little bolder, inhibitions lowered, and the desire to strike up a conversation a lot stronger than normal. Credence reaches for a bag of sweets off one of the counters and angles it towards the person next to him.]
What do you think this tastes like? [He smiles sheepishly.] I'd buy it but I'm afraid I won't like it.
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un:credence Hello everyone, my name is Credence. I've lived in Eudio before here and New York prior to that. I was curious if everyone likes it here. More than where they were before. Sometimes I miss the people back there. Everyone I know has gone home. Do you believe there's a way to get them here again? Thank you.
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[Credence is available for gen and anything shippy, m or f, and is more towards the shy end of the spectrum. PM or message me at barebone to plot or tag away.]
credence barebone | open
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