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as long as people like know what theyre taking and what its going to do b4 u sell it to them this all sounds like a lot of fun π
i have this one that makes everything feel everything real sensitive as well if ur goin all out on the horny drugs, u can probably find a target audience for that
um, yeah? $200 is good?
testing everything is gonna take a minute tho π i'm just one person yknow yknow
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Ppl knowin what there getting is half the point, cuz like that way they'll know to come back to me 4 more
And dude yeah I could sell that stuff 4 u no problem u got a name for it?
Better yet if u can make it look like candy
[ Because that's just like, the #theme here. Clearly. Also $200 is definitely massively, massively undercharging, but hey, if Nick is cool with it... ]
I can help out with testing
Probably should anyway, seein as its gonna be my product
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i can probably do that tho. like jolly ranchers or some shit? i was fucking around w lollipops for something else the concepts kinda the same
god this is gonna be so much work good thing i like this shit
neat, cause i dont rly wanna spend the next month straight tripping balls ( well ) not constantly anyway.
i usually start w smokables in the trial stage cause its easy + work on potions/powders once i've nailed it down, lmk when ur free and i'll pull together some samples for u
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I mean u want it to sell right?
[ Reggie really doesn't know how he's one of the most educated people here when it comes to dealing, but... ]
Yeah somethin like jolly ranchers sounds perfect tbh
I could use another hard candy option
And tbh now that I'm technically unemployed I'm free whenever
Well
Freelance
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its harder if its legal weirdly the markets saturated i think but if we come up w some funky stuff people will vibe w it π
ok well i live here + i have a lot of free time on my hands all of a sudden so like
pls feel free to drop by
( followed up with a location pin attached, showing the fancy beach front property that nick managed to slide his way into. )
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Well whatever but thats not how I roll
Does that mean u dont want or need any cut of the profits?
[ Because, you know... works for Reggie... ]
Cool then I'm omw
Is that in the up or down
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no.
no i want profits still don't cut me out of the business already :(
in the up near the beach u cant really miss it
knock first tho or u might get yeeted theres wards n shit
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Fine fine
Dont worry abt it
I mean like I have to check, 4 all I know u'd rather outsource
I'll be in there in 10
Wards for what
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to stop people trying to be psychos from getting in. ill-intent or some shit
so if ur thinking about murdering me theres ur warning i guess βΊοΈβΊοΈβΊοΈ
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[ And, a few minutes and a couple knocks later: ]
And ok I think I'm here?
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he doesn't bother responding when reggie arrives, just comes to the door and answers it. the water makes everything suck just a little bit, but nick's eyes drop to where it's starting to spread through the open door and down the hallway, and he squints and gestures vaguely until the flow redirects back out again. it's not a great technique for keeping the house dry, but it at least gives him enough time to nod to the lounge behind him. )
Come in, pull up a seat, relax all that et cetera.Β
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Anyway, Reggie steps in through the doorway, nose wrinkled slightly as he steps out of the water and feels the soggy cling of his soaked skinny jeans around his calves and ankles, feels his cold feet again through his absolutely sopping wet sneakers. It's not so deep yet he had much trouble getting here, but he makes a note to try not staying too long in case the water level keeps rising.
He sits down on the couch, practically falling onto it weightlessly, glad to be sitting. Someplace inside. He's cold and he's wet, naturally he's going to need a minute or two before he stops feeling rather stormy himself. ]
So... [ He brushes some damp curls back from his face. ] How's this gonna work?
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( helpful. slightly more helpful is the towel he scoops off the back of another chair, tossing it in reggie's direction before he folds himself back onto the other side of the couch. it's a fairly small set up on the table in front of them, a tight little pile of joints, a few bags of weed (no labels, naturally) and an ash tray in front of them. just about the only new magic nick has picked up lately is how to get the smoke out of his house. )
This is kind of like the lovey dovey thing you were talking about? If you think this is what you're after I can start working on like, tabs or whatever, but I can just sort of... ( he gestures vaguely, wiggling his fingers a little. a flower bud on one of the plants behind him blooms, more or less making his point for him. ) make this stuff, so it's an easier starting point.
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Well, however you make it, just make sure it's strong enough that we can mix it into a candy base, cuz that's kinda the brand I'm goin' with. [ Reggie reaches for one of the joints, examining it before he holds it out. ] Got a light?
[ For some reason it doesn't really occur to him the risks in "testing" the product, mainly in that he has no idea how strong it'll be or how long it'll last, but even if it had... well, someone's gotta do it, right? ]
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( nick takes one for himself first, digging a lighter out of his pocket, and he waits until he's sparked it up and is taking a long drag before he hands it over to reggie. he actually doesn't know what the strength of this is going to be like, the last time he'd tried it had been so weak he'd barely felt an warm buzz, so he'd tried to beef it up this time around. )
Why candy, anyway?
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After his own slow drag, blowing the smoke back out from the corner of his mouth, Reggie swipes a hand through his damp-but-drying curls and flicks his gaze back toward Nick. ]
It's kind of a popular gimmick with the drugs where I'm from. [ He shrugs. ] So I figured why not run with it, y'know? Might as well have product that's gonna stand out here, or else why bother?
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It's interesting. Probably be fun to make, too. ( which is as good a reason as any to be on board, really. ) So last time I tried to do this shit it took like, fifteen minutes just to kick in. This batch is supposed to be...more. I don't really know how it's going to turn out.
( which is the reason he invited reggie around, after all. )
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[ He likes the sound of that, naturally, although he has yet to feel anything kicking in just yet. It's only been a few minutes, maybe five? He hasn't been counting. ]
What kinda shit do you usually make?
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( it's an inexact science like this only because it hinges on nick's focus while he's using his magic, a spotty reliance at best. the weed and herbs rely too much on whatever nick is feeling at the time to ever be consistent from batch to batch β and he's been pretty loved up lately, tucked away in his nice beach house with his brand new boyfriend.
reggie, at least, has requested mostly stuff that requires potions, mixing, composition, that come with a lot more precision than the weed. )
Jacked up weed, mostly. Lot of people around here with powers or whatever that can't get high on the regular stuff.
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He nods, blowing out more smoke. Something stirs him vaguely, maybe the drug starting to kick in, although it's hard to tell yet. ]
Yeah, me too. [ He coughs into his fist. ] And same with gettin' drunk, too-- if it ain't strong I can barely even feel it anymore.
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( nick is--vaguely aware of the otherness of reggie in the way that he's vaguely aware of a lot of things about a lot of people, but he tries his best not to actively try too much. most people don't like the idea of people just knowing things about them, even non-threatening, cheery types like nick β and besides, it's an unreliable as hell ability in this place, anyway. not to mention he's high all the time.
but reggie said it first, so it's probably not rude to ask. nick β always so polite, naturally β exhales first, smoke clouding above his head as he leans in a little closer to reggie, reaching out to poke idly at his knee. )
What are you, anyway?
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[ It's a little rude, at least out of context, which is how Reggie first translates the question; he frowns, narrows his eyes as he takes a pensive drag off his joint, then raises his brows once his brain finishes catching up.
Coughing out another huff of smoke, he shakes his head. ]
Uh-- werewolf, [ he says thickly, around a mouthful of smoke. ] like, technically, but I'm pretty much still, like, basically human.
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( said very conversationally, of course. nick doesn't really spend very much time around anyone who's justΒ human these days β not intentionally, it just sort of happened that way, but he hasn't really noticed as much until now. of course there's concepts an awful lot like werewolves where he's from, but they're very different kinds of creature. not the kind he'd sit around and smoke weed with, for sure.
he's more focused on the weed anyway though β specifically the effects, and whether or not they're having any. nick leans in closer, looks at reggie with a curious head tilt andβ well, he's always kind of happy when he's high, but there's an interesting tug that's not just the usual buzz. there's a surge of feeling that's definitely building, not really directed at reggie, but he is the nearest person right now, so it seems reasonable enough for nick to reach out until he can cup his cheek. )
You feel it yet?
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[ Not that there had ever been a lot, but there'd been a decent number at once point at least; six? Seven? Maybe a football team's worth.
Anyway, he does feel something, a restless flutter in his chest and up his spine, although Reggie isn't sure at first if it's the drugs. Probably, is what he's about to think when Nick reaches over to touch Reggie's cheek, but then Reggie raises his gaze to meet Nick's and that flutter repeats itself, a stuttering tremor in his heartbeat that makes his mouth feel suddenly dry.
Maybe, for him too, this feeling would have simply been directed at whichever person happened to be closest to him at the time, but it's only him and Nick here right now, so that's where it concentrates. ]
I... I dunno. [ He swallows, blinking slowly. ] What's it supposed to feel like?
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( nick is a touchy deeply type at the best of times, always grabbing hands and touching faces and generally wrangling contact where he can, so it's not especially unusual for him to settle his palm against someone's cheek. his thumb grazes over reggie's cheek where it sits there, and that's not especially unusual for him either. but he doesn't normally feel quite so fond, sweet even, while he's doing it, and nick looks very pleased about that, because that's definitely a good sign. )
You know when you meet someone and you guys just...click, right away? Or when you're asleep next to someone and they wake you up with a kiss and you're just like....head over fucking heels?
( nick tilts his head a little as he watches reggie, settling his other hand somewhere along reggie's leg as he watches his reaction. it's all well and good for it to work on nick, but he really needs to see if it has the desired effects in others. )
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