[Two bottle caps! Two! Tomo is rich! And spoiled and well loved. Even corrupted.
Min takes a sip of his beer. An IPA. Citrus, floral, and piney, with a hint of bitterness and malty backbone for balance. He's learning.
In truth he doesn't think it really tastes like any of those things but that's what he's been told so that's what he's telling himself he's tasting. And, in a way, it's kind of grounding. Just like thinking about food and Ryan and low stakes accomplishments.
He's starting to feel better, you know, but acknowledging it feels like he might jinx himself.]
Something easy... or delivered. My arm is kinda hurting.
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Min takes a sip of his beer. An IPA. Citrus, floral, and piney, with a hint of bitterness and malty backbone for balance. He's learning.
In truth he doesn't think it really tastes like any of those things but that's what he's been told so that's what he's telling himself he's tasting. And, in a way, it's kind of grounding. Just like thinking about food and Ryan and low stakes accomplishments.
He's starting to feel better, you know, but acknowledging it feels like he might jinx himself.]
Something easy... or delivered. My arm is kinda hurting.