*The microwave beeps and the ramen floats over, as does a pair of chopsticks and his coffee cup. He sits down at his lab table to this gourmet meal, stomach growling irritatedly. Weary of...just about everything, he starts to eat, putting up a psychic barrier, because he doesn't feel like reading anyone's mind today.*
(ooc: meant for
crocodilehives, but anyone can bother him, provided you're bold enough to barge into his lab (or just knock). And for once, he won't see you coming.)