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a quick jaunt to the coffee shop is met with faint whispers and wide mouths. to be expected, but merritt wasn’t used to people not knowing him. not respecting him anymore. see, in prison he was sort of higher up on the totem pole than in life itself. ( perhaps that’s why he had quite enjoyed his time there ) back to reality and he’s back to being lesser than. to just being an evers. it actually meant something while he did time, his last name. here in lake wisteria, it’s negative currency. they already judge you before they give you a chance. with little to no money to his name, the blonde somehow charms his way into a free black coffee and, even better, it doesn’t taste like you should be able to chew on it. upgrades. a faint smile tugs at his lips as he steps back out of cornelia street, turning his head to be met with a familiar face. “no shit,” a chuckle, shock and surprise evident in his tone. “how the fuck are you?”