for: @pigeonstart location: liquid fuel
Milo wandered without hurry, drifting from one display to the next, fingertips brushing along the edges as his eyes traced each label in quiet fascination—velvet static, sunburst delirium, midnight hush, neon confession, gravity sleep. None of them sounded real, not in the practical sense; they read like moments, like moods, like something you’d feel at 2 a.m, something between here and there. Part of him supposed they were exactly that, each one specifically designed to fulfill any needs a person could seek. Sleep, lessen stress, become one with zero gravity.
He lingered on one vape, then another, turning a sleek device over in his hand as if it might tell him more if he looked long enough. His head tilted slightly, attention snagging on the presence of someone nearby, and he glanced sidelong at them briefly. “Do you suppose there is a universal vape?” he asked, curiously, giving the device a small, absent spin between his fingers. “One that you can change the flavor with the turn of a knob, or do you suppose you have to refill them every time?”
