Open RP
Grant kneeled by the coffee table in his living quarters, carefully inspecting the glue he had just painted on to a fossil. It had been almost two weeks since he had taken a de-aging potion, and most of that time had been spent in his office or in front of his latest project. The glue was an adhesive in an acetone-based solvent, and could easily be dissolved with nail polish to fix any mistakes. The downside, though, was that the fumes gave him a headache after about half an hour. Grant dipped a cotton swab in acetone, cleaned a glob of glue off of the matrix, then closed up the bottle and opened a window. The small was still to strong, so he decided to walk to the Great Hall for a cup of coffee to clear his head.