hatchways: (002)
𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ([personal profile] hatchways) wrote in [community profile] rubimemes 2023-07-17 04:24 pm (UTC)

( he doesn't have the luxury right now to really consider the dangers of following a stranger to a nondescript location in an unfamiliar territory, so when they approach a stall with a vendor, dwight feels somewhat relieved. the stand is still within the confines of the festival, yet it's in a quieter nook.

it's enough for him, a significant step up from the middle of a crowded street.

leaning back against a wall, dwight closes his eyes, trying to distance himself from the noise and focus on regulating his breathing. slow inhale, slow exhale, slow inhale. the sound of footsteps forces him to reopen them as a mug is pressed into his hands. he smiles up at the man gratefully, his fingers tightening around the mystery drink.
) Thanks. ( given the types of food found in the fog, a concoction that tastes like gasoline really isn't all that heinous. lifting it to his lips, he takes a tentative sip of it, somehow managing to release a soft laugh as he realizes that it does in fact fucking tastes like fuel. ) What is this?

( some kind of home remedy? )

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