#//the teeth flavor spreading thing is def a fatherson thing

[originemesis]

☕ me bish for da boiz

[ received : 🥣 🍎 cereal milk tea, 🥛❓ ]

You're not sure what the hell you're looking at right now, only that the intern filling in for your usual mid-day sugary drink runner is better suited to scraping purple gum (totally not put there by you) off the pearly gates than supplying your serotonin hit.

The 'best boss' mug with the 'boss' part scratched out and replaced with 'dick' would look like a run of the mill hot milk, a trail of steam still rising. Milk isn't usually a shade of green reserved for mouth wash with a pale orange swirl spiraling from the center where a tea bag bobbed innocuously enough. Not like the tea bags you dish out in a standard game of Halo.

Steam fogs the glass of your mask as you give the brew a grimace and a hesitant, burned tongue preventing slurp. Yes, right through your mask. Hot milk really doesn't have much of a starting flavor - it's just hot. Like a massive pair of tits. That's probably why milk comes out of them. Of course you're right - when are you ever not? Certainly not that time you asked to try your wife's in the morning coffee.

Though you find yourself at a loss on what exactly is flavoring the bland heat, only that it's definitely sugary, so the intern got that much of the request right. With a few smacks of your tongue, the flavors muted by the heat finally stick to your teeth. Was that...fucking cereal? The faintest hint of apple syrup drowns in the creamy finish of cow's froth. You're disappointed it's not Reese's Puffs. (+ 2🔥 pancreatitis, 0 hp)

[ flavours: hot milk, apple-jacks cereal, sweet, bland, slightly buttery aftertaste ]

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[ received : 🍏🌸 green-apple blossom lemonade 🍋 ]

Training went well, which is why your uniform is stuck to you like a selkie skin and you're bleeding sweat. There is nothing like a cold glass of healing water after such sessions, but you notice a surprise waiting for you and the other lads that trail in to the changing wing - a tray of freshly set out beverages brimming with ice peaks, sprigs of purple basil, and lemon slices.

Curious (and parched), you take a glass by the rim and tilt it back for a well needed hydration hit. The combination of the well-chilled liquid and its acidity hit at once and your lips pucker once the medicine goes down. Floral tartness has your tongue quickly shining your own teeth to spread the sensation out evenly so its less of a punch to the face. It reminds you of your Ma's cooking- always a harsh start, but with enough mouth-feel, you can taste the love that went into it. And like choking down bitter spoonfuls of cough syrup when sick, you're aware that the initial sting that summons tears like onion fumes, is the first flavor in the sequence of feeling better.

The slightly pungent burn of the purple basil helps warm your lips as you wonder the possibilities of putting lemon slices on pizza. (+333 hp, +3 🍕 cravings)

[ flavours: tart, fragrant, floral, apple, lemony, fresh, pungent, bitter, clovey]