Lab coats and geeky glasses.
[The purpose of this tig is mainly to put boys in lab coats with little geeky glasses. I have no plan, please feel free to jump in at will. *g*]
Josh peers through the microscope, adjusting the knob until the latest sample comes into focus. He frowns, leaning back and scribbling appropriate notes on the nearby clipboard before returning the sample to storage in the lab refrigerator, beside six other samples of a similar sort, some experiment Franka's running independently on the night shift, and his own brown bag lunch.
All of the samples have been tagged; there aren't any free ones ready for him, which means that either's he's finally caught up, or the lab assistant put them somewhere else thinking he'd be ready for them this afternoon.
"'Lij?" he calls into the other room, shutting the refrigerator door and squeaking - fucking rubber shoes - back to the work counter in the center of the room. "Are the rest of the samples prepped? I'm ready to run tests on the next one."
Josh peers through the microscope, adjusting the knob until the latest sample comes into focus. He frowns, leaning back and scribbling appropriate notes on the nearby clipboard before returning the sample to storage in the lab refrigerator, beside six other samples of a similar sort, some experiment Franka's running independently on the night shift, and his own brown bag lunch.
All of the samples have been tagged; there aren't any free ones ready for him, which means that either's he's finally caught up, or the lab assistant put them somewhere else thinking he'd be ready for them this afternoon.
"'Lij?" he calls into the other room, shutting the refrigerator door and squeaking - fucking rubber shoes - back to the work counter in the center of the room. "Are the rest of the samples prepped? I'm ready to run tests on the next one."