🌊 wicked brew.
bora could never understand how potions made her want to put her head through a wall, but mixing drinks came to her with ease. from a general sense, the two weren’t much different-- a plus b plus c equals something amazing, but if you double up on a or leave out c or add in elusive ingredient d, you have a disaster on your hands. it was one of those mysteries she could never solve, but only hope that like with drink making, her potion making skills would come to her with time.
“are you more of a tea or coffee person?” she asked her coworker, attention focused on the rack of syrups and add-ins for some sudden inspiration. “lemme guess, coffee? sometimes i feel like one of the only people in the world that doesn’t love the stuff... but i guess that’s okay, since i’m not really supposed to be drinking it in the first place.” every time that she ever gave the beverage a try, she dumped so much sugar and cream in it that it could barely be called coffee anymore, and it left her feeling more sluggish and worn down than she was to begin with. it kind of sucked, since copious coffee drinking often went hand in hand with dedicated artists or hours of cramming sessions, both of which she participated in (or at least attempted to, when it came to the second task).
finally, her eyes locked onto the perfect base for her creation, but she still needed to convince wheein to go along with her plan. there wasn’t anything wrong with testing out drinks, but when it came to something that she couldn’t drink, there needed to be someone that actually wanted to taste it on her behalf. her lips curled up into a smirk, and she turned her head in the other’s direction, locking eyes with the younger girl. “on a scale of one to ten, how much would you say that you trust me? seven, maybe eight?” // @cvwheein