[Credence isn't familiar with vending machines and he hadn't allowed himself to even enter the "rewards room". An entire room devoted to rewarding them... for what? You were either grateful for what you have or God punishes your greed by taking even that from you.
Why else had his sisters been taken from him? Or Mr. Graves and his wicked promises.
He was staring at the vending machine, just staring at the coin slot, fighting with himself on whether he was sinful for spending the coins he had on frivolous items. When Takumi pushed him aside he went without complaint. There was a flicker of something hot and wicked, a spark that shivered down his spine and a tightening of his jaw.
And he swallowed around the strange feeling, guilt immediately gnawing at him for his greed, his pride, the shadow of wrath. Sinful wicked thing that he was.
At least he could offer some small atonement for the feeling, however brief it had been.]
If you're after something... perhaps this would help? [And Takumi he's offering you the few coins he's managed to gather himself.]
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Why else had his sisters been taken from him? Or Mr. Graves and his wicked promises.
He was staring at the vending machine, just staring at the coin slot, fighting with himself on whether he was sinful for spending the coins he had on frivolous items. When Takumi pushed him aside he went without complaint. There was a flicker of something hot and wicked, a spark that shivered down his spine and a tightening of his jaw.
And he swallowed around the strange feeling, guilt immediately gnawing at him for his greed, his pride, the shadow of wrath. Sinful wicked thing that he was.
At least he could offer some small atonement for the feeling, however brief it had been.]
If you're after something... perhaps this would help? [And Takumi he's offering you the few coins he's managed to gather himself.]