Who: Crescent, Hojo and Kiribani, Reno.
Where: Shin-ra Labs
When: 2 weeks after their original meeting (starting in advance since the log might take a while to complete)
What: Basic "treatment"
Warnings: Reno language, Possible weirdness since this IS Hojo we are talking about, but most of the warning is for Reno's language. *nods*
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welcome back Mr Kiribani )
Another retch cut him off, and he doubled over, violently, slender hands clawing at his stomach and chest, tugging at the baggy white shirt that suddenly felt like it was crushing his chest. However, despite the violent heaving, nothing actually exited his stomach through the undesired path it seemed to be wanting to take.
Fuck... fuck! Half an hour?! How the hell was he s'posed to sit here like this for half an hour?!
Scowling, the boy snarled up at Hojo, easily catching the smirk. "Yer lovin' ev'ry minute 'a this, aren'cha, creep?!" he demanded, high tenor drawl seething with rage and hatred. Fucker...! He'd get him the fuck back for this... if he puked, it was gonna be all down that pretty white labcoat...
With a grunt, he moved to stand... and immediately crashed back down into the chair again with a noise of confusion and pain, a throbbing dizziness attacking his head the moment he shifted positions. Fuck... ugh, man, this was... ugh...
He glared at the professor at the mentioning of the antidote, hiding any fear that may have otherwise peaked in his eyes. Fatal...? Shit. The fucker really was enjoying this, wasn't he?!
...
Had to be at least five minutes gone by now, surely... another violent retch, and he swore under his breath once more.
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Later he would have to be more careful of course, but then by later the red head should Realise the benefits of said medication.
"You are going to have to have patience my boy. Yes? It will take time for your body to become adjusted to its new limits... much improved upon your old ones I assure you."
Putting the book down to walk over to the young Turk, a look of, could that be amusement? on the older mans face.
"Within about five more minutes you should find standing a little easier.. although I would advise you take it easy for the prescribed half an hour. Yes... I think that would be a good idea."
He had almost reached the younger man when he turned his back again, walking, arms behind his back folded into themselves, towards his desk.
"Yes.. that should suffice quite nicely I believe.."
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Heh... well, that'd be a turn up, wouldn't it?
Five minutes... ngh... okay... five minutes, he could do that... ngh... right?
Leaning over the chair, he waited for a few moments, before drawing himself up, fighting the fact that his legs felt like jelly to stand there, refusing to sit again.
He threw the scientist a cocky smirk, despite the rising feeling in his stomach, and snickered.
"Take it easy? Wha... whatcha talkin' 'bout, 'fessor? I'm havin' the time 'a my life."
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Five minutes always seemed like Such a long time when one wasn't well. Still, not his problem.
He waited out the five minutes before nodding to Reno, although the chances were, the difference would be felt already.
"Now. If there is anything that puzzles you.. you should tell me. My door for the moment is open to you, since I am aware you would not contact me unless it was the most dire emergency."
He adjusted his glasses slightly as he spoke. "Side effects you should look out for are minor increases in speed and strength.. you should probably watch how you open doors in case you smash one.. that kind of thing. Do not be alarmed at any sudden bursts of power, they should leave you feeling rather.. revitalised."
He gestured to the door.
"As I said. Take it easy for a while... and return in the next two weeks. I will leave it up to you when tyo make the appointment, although if you start feeling weaker rather than stronger... you should probably return sooner."
Chuckling softly to himself he turned his back ont he Turk once more going about his own business.
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