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Being a terrible shut in and not particularly wanting to run into the art gallery's patrons and possible clients on his off days, Partridge generally stayed home on his off days, rarely venturing out (and yes, he knew that made him sound like a shut in) mostly ordering his groceries on apps and just relaxing, painting and studying. But today, he was out, lured by the idea of the Star Festival, something he had never attended before, and liking new things, he decided to have a look around town, maybe see if he could get his hands on one of those cute star shaped charms he had seen a patron with the other day.

A few hours in that day and Partridge could safely say he regretted it, too pale and too hot, hating the summer heat, and wanting to take a break. Though tired of new things now, never mind his bags of knick knacks he got here and there (on sale even! he did love a good sale, regardless of temperature), his eyes eventually roamed to what seemed to be a stand advertising healthy candy.

"Health food candy?" He mumbled, confused. Being pretty damn poor the majority of his life, he never really understood the push for health foods and fad foods, what was the point when your parents could barely afford a pb and j? So, when he saw stuff like this he wasn't quite sure how to take it, but looking at the prices (ohhh, pretty cheap he could see), he figured it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot. He went up to the register, requesting one of the new candies. He decided to head home at that point, knowing the heat was just not going to go away, and popped one of the sweets in his mouth as he left.

At first, he didn't really notice anything wrong, focusing on just getting out of the heat, and maybe paid attention to the weird gummy feeling, he didn't remember this being advertised as a gummy candy, tasted great though. But as he reached his loft, he realized it had taken on a tacky texture, getting harder to chew, almost like gum drying in his mouth, which was frankly,a terrible feeling, though again the taste was still great. Then finally, he tried not to panic as he realized it wasn't going anywhere, he couldn't spit it out, he couldn't swallow it, nothing, and that was about where he panicked.

He gave it a good scream, threw that big squishmallow he got from an ex boyfriend at the wall, and just generally cried, scared because he couldn't frigging talk but the taste was there and it still tasted so good eventually, he took some deep breaths, got off the floor, and decided to paint it out with the big roll of paper he found at the second hand art store, a god send for a broke post college art student honestly. After several hours he finally felt it dislodge from his mouth, spitting it out, not caring that it still tasted like he just began eating it, he was absolutely done with health food.