"This tastes more weirder than usual."
Weird is considered constitutionally bad in the eyes of our obedient senior intensive society, such as "introverts are weird, thus they are a moral and cultural threat to our prosperous society" and the sort.
"Iʼve drank some weird flavours, but...this is a new level of weird." I answered, deriding the amount of flavours companies put out in the soft drink category that just shouldn't be, today the weird flavour, I was drinking was terribly bad in terms of flavour.
"...Coffee beans and shrimp isnʼt a good combination" Nouta responded in support,
reeling from disgust after drinking from the can.
"Who even thinks of these things? Seriously shrimp and coffee beans?"
The amount of creativity that goes into putting something into a blender and putting the resulting sludge into a can, thatʼs meant to be drank as a soft drink, never ceases to amaze me. And probably wonʼt until my death.
I put my mouth to it and drank from the can which was only half empty, but it wasnʼt getting any better.
"Disgusting" I cursed under my breath.
Nouta's face was in fact a painting that could tell you a thousand words just by looking at it. To corporate folk, it might smell good and might seem good in theory, but itʼs terrible in practice, when it comes to the consumers gulping it down.
"I regret my life." Nouta whispered, not being able to bear it anymore, threw the can and itʼs contents into a trash can.
"I regret my life too." Though I been regretting it ever since I was 7.
Nouta pointed his finger towards me and made a face that pretty much required no vocal sounds to derive itʼs meaning.
"Nah, I rather not poison myself any further with this shit, as expensive as it is."
I passed the can to Nouta. He threw it into the trashcan without a second glance.
"From next time on, leave the choosing to me."
"Yeah, sure. I just hope, I donʼt throw up my lunch."
Nouta repositioned his heavy, flinging bag around his shoulder and made his up the flight of stairs to which he could reach the street leading up.
I stood and looked at him go, then my gaze came back to the vending machine, which was infront of me.
The vending machine was a well hidden secret that people only in the know, know about like it was some hideout for a evil secretive organisation. The vending machine was unique in itʼs variety of soft drinks that it vendored. All products of a company called Hwangbo Industries, If the extensive amount of Hangul lettering and consumer warning signs (I hope the universal symbol for ionizing radiation hasn't changed) on the cans were to be believed, they were a korean company.
As the axis of time moved along on my phone's internal clock, I moved along as well.
Bidding farewell to the vending machine with an assortment of weird flavours including the disgusting(don't sue me) "AmbrosianFizz" shrimp + coffee bean flavored refreshment.