Victor had spent much of the past couple days working on his notes for that secret project of his. This meant he was locked in his room all that time (not that being locked in his room was rare for him) but he needed a brief break
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John hadn't slept in two days. There were two droid babies hanging from his body in some sling device as they cried. He was trolling the hallways, looking for one of two things: Rodney McKay or a nurturing female who would know what to do with them.
John altered his request. "I meant something that won't automatically fail me for Ethics class." Steve and Bob were wailing strong despite John taking them out of the sling and dropping them on the sofa. Maybe because of it. Who knew with droid babies.
"I made it clear to Aravis that if she didn't take the blasted thing I wasn't going to either and we would both fail," Victor said. "It's not a science course so it is simply not worth my time to deal with a droid child. Dealing with most of my classmates is enough like that to begin with."
"I don't," Victor said on the off-chance that John was being serious. "Are you trying to deny that nearly every person in this school is as unbearable as a crying robot?"
It took John a moment to think about that, he was pretty tired and not really on his best banter game. And he was having no luck with the wraithbabies. "You might have a point there, actually."
Maybe Doom could help.
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He would never make it as a babysitter.
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