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[_java_]

As the hours passed, Java began to lose her sense of time. Minutes dragged by in the darkness, hours, days, years, and it was all the same to her; it seemed a lifetime and yet only moments since her visitor had left her, and Java's mind was beginning to betray her. As much as she had disliked dealing with her guest, it had at least served to

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[_into_the_fray_]

With a barely audible sigh, Line stood up once more after listening to Java's choked out words, peering down at her without any sign of outward emotion. "Your answer is a 'no' then." He said nothing for a moment, looking her over from head to toe like she was a specimen on a lab table, paying close attention to odd, minor details. The condition of the left side of her neck, the timing between the tremors in her foot. His eyes squinted questioningly, his mind sorting through and analyzing each observation, before he walked around behind her and taking in the condition of her wrists. They wouldn't scar, of that much he was certain, but he also didn't want to run the risk of any rats in the building being drawn to the scent of blood.

Without another word, Line walked back to the cart and retrieved a medium sized black bag from the bottom shelf, along with the entire tray of food on the top shelf. His eyes focused on no particular point directly in front of him, Line made his way back over to his charge, placing both items on the opposite side of the stool. "As I have explained Java," he began, using her name for the first time in conversation. "I have gone out of my way to be accommodating, and I find it rude that you suggest otherwise. I am a man of immense patience," his words heavily weighted, "but if there is one thing i do not abide," his hands moving to open the bag, "it's rudeness." Line removed a small dark container labeled M3 from the bag before sliding on a pair of disposable surgeon's gloves. Moving around to the back of her, he examined her wrists once more, his breath falling on her cuts as he shifted his head to take in the different angles. The sound of the container lid unscrewing and being carefully laid aside was the only noise in the room, save for the occasional buzz of the yellow light bulb overhead. "This is a special mixture of my own creation. I perfected it years ago, and it's one of my favorite substances." Taking a liberal amount of the slimy cream, Line covered all the affected areas of her wrists with a painstaking thoroughness. "It's a mild coagulant, and will prevent you from doing any further damage to yourself. For the duration of its application, the salve will harden the skin against any friction damage and is also a powerful rodent repellant. I'm afraid however, that I never took the time to eliminate its side effects." Line recapped the container slowly, before going back over to his bag and removing his gloves. Reaching into one of the side pockets, he removed a white sanitation sheet and wiped the jar to remove any remnants of the substance. "The tingling feeling you're experiencing right now is the first phase. Following this, you should experience an overall numbness of the area finally followed by an intense itching sensation that will reach its peak before leveling off. You needn't worry however, it will be no more discomforting than a bad case of poison oak on, let's say, your eyelids."