𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨
water. a mere sustenance retained for survival, an easy feat for any individual who lives on energy drinks and cans upon cans of red bull. the thought alone, turns his stomach into an intricate maze of excitement, vexed by the suggestion that he may be limited to only a few cans a day. apparently death was threat that labelled itself onto the can, if you had engulfed two or more. perhaps then... six is far beyond the threshold of healthy.
and he has only seen one other person who indulges in canned drinks perhaps more than he does, ( @hpkbrendon ). the self proclaimed ultimate hacker, rather obvious with that one time when shin had caught the other sprawled across the hallway, consumed by the cans of his own indulgence. an obnoxious attempt to frame himself within that hacker stereotype, or perhaps it was all just an act. ahh... how cunning.
a thumb slides under the metal opening as he cracks open his seventh can, ❝ sleep is for the weak anyway. ❞ a smirk tugs at his corners he heaves a pack of eight cans onto the table between them.