Hunters HQ, R&D Wing
Well, this could've been worse I suppose.
There was no getting Gate out of his own little R&D domain these days; just about every other staff member had finally adjusted to the fact. X had beaten them to the punch years ago, of course ~
Poor bastard. I remember when he did this because it was convenient and vaguely amusing.
In you go ~
Gate had staggered back into their own dimension some hours earlier, looking even more wild-eyed than usual and easily three or four days short of sustenance and sleep. Without so much as a twitch, X had waded into the ensuring melee, shooed away the junior labrats and carried the slender ice-blonde away to his own workrooms.
There was no getting Gate in a charging-pod while he was erratic; he'd half-destroyed the last one. So there it was; X pumped a chemical cocktail of energized nutrients and sedative nanites into his semiconscious friend, and arranged him in the well-worn wickerwork chair / nest / futon / overstuffed monstrosity tucked away in a corner of Gate's lab.
:: Get some sleep. I won't let the kiddies anywhere near her. ::
The faintest of incoherent responses drifted from the curled-up blonde; X sighed, and plunked himself at the nearest available countertop to start drafting out an explanation to Signas before all hell broke loose.
There was no getting Gate out of his own little R&D domain these days; just about every other staff member had finally adjusted to the fact. X had beaten them to the punch years ago, of course ~
Poor bastard. I remember when he did this because it was convenient and vaguely amusing.
In you go ~
Gate had staggered back into their own dimension some hours earlier, looking even more wild-eyed than usual and easily three or four days short of sustenance and sleep. Without so much as a twitch, X had waded into the ensuring melee, shooed away the junior labrats and carried the slender ice-blonde away to his own workrooms.
There was no getting Gate in a charging-pod while he was erratic; he'd half-destroyed the last one. So there it was; X pumped a chemical cocktail of energized nutrients and sedative nanites into his semiconscious friend, and arranged him in the well-worn wickerwork chair / nest / futon / overstuffed monstrosity tucked away in a corner of Gate's lab.
:: Get some sleep. I won't let the kiddies anywhere near her. ::
The faintest of incoherent responses drifted from the curled-up blonde; X sighed, and plunked himself at the nearest available countertop to start drafting out an explanation to Signas before all hell broke loose.