Night 58: MRI Storage Room

[spandexorgtfo]

[from here]Kratos paused to wipe his eyes again, breath coming just a little harder, throat feeling just a little drier. The gas was starting to have more of an effect now that some time had passed; if they ran into something, he would most certainly be at a disadvantage

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[madeinthehrl]

Soma grimaced as she slammed the door behind them, shrugging her bedsheet belt off of her shoulders and stuffing it in the crack at the foot of the door. They were probably too far away for the gas to get to them for at least a few more minutes, and the sheet didn't fill the crack completely, but better safe than sorry.

That done, she turned her attention to Kratos. It was just his luck. First the experimental treatment, then getting the brunt of the gas. She should have been more alert--maybe she would have sensed the gas before it had started. But how could you predict that? Besides, there wasn't much point in worrying about it now.

"I think," she said, eyeing him critically, "we should wait until you feel better before we do any more exploring."

[spandexorgtfo]

If the atmosphere around him could actually reflect his mood, the temperature ought to have dropped to freezing by now.

Kratos met Soma's eyes in a stare that far surpassed the one he had given her and Rapunzel the other night in steeliness. "That's not quite the answer I was seeking," he said lightly as his head tilted to the side in his classic gesture of mild exasperation. Exasperation...that would be how he would approach this. Better exasperation than anger, even though destroying some equipment in a fit of rage sounded appropriate considering how this night had gone so far.