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I smell even more idiocy around here than usual.
Or perhaps that's just the corroding agent floating in the air. Whatever idiot ingrate filthy pieces of sewer trash genius incinerated my laboratory must be missing an inch of the lining off their lungs by now ( Read more... )
Or perhaps that's just the corroding agent floating in the air. Whatever idiot ingrate filthy pieces of sewer trash genius incinerated my laboratory must be missing an inch of the lining off their lungs by now ( Read more... )
....and what really scares him is that he DOES have a pretty good clue about who visits at night.]
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[Cue handing over of creepy slightly Cthulhoid gas-mask. And. Pause.]
...What is that.
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Then...gestures at the glittery mess of stickers and gives a flushing, hopeless sort of shrug, going back to picking at them with a scalpel and wishing he had an ice scraper to do a quicker job of it]
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Alcohol works better. Loosens the adhesive.
[He crosses one arm over the other and props his chin on his hand, leaning in in that creepy way he's gotten so good at.]
You wouldn't have an inkling of who did this this, would you?
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[A quick, quiet nod, head bowed, he scurries off to find one of the bottles of rubbing alcohol...that whole storage cabinet's in complete disarray all over the floor, but he bends and picks through the mess to find the familiar big bottle of brown plastic, grabbing up a pack of gauze too, to apply it.
...and comes back meekly to his sleeping chamber with the salvaged materials, only to find his maker looking at him in that way.
The boy cringes a little, and glances aside. Yeah, he has an idea or two. Written all over his faintly startled-with-horror eyes, voice muffled through the safety breather.]
Nuh- Not...really. You put the deep sleep waves on last night. I was closed up. I didn't hear anything.
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