John rolled his neck, the continual hours of slaving over a microscope over the past few weeks had taken their toll on his body. Stretching he made his way from one of the smaller labs to his room, cracking a few bones as he walked. Yawning a little he smiled, things had quieted down somewhat since the recovery of the crate of blood and people
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Eyes wide, she stared up. And up. "You poofed," she said, pointing at him. This must be the 'friend' Nikola had mentioned earlier. He was half dressed and seemed all the more menacing for it. The cane didn't look too friendly either.
Not sure what to do, she held her hands up. She didn't want to get in crap for blasting someone who was friendly, but wasn't going to sit and let herself bet beaten either. Tapping into her energy, she waited for his next move.
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After having said goodnight to Devon, John headed back to his room. The night had begun simple enough and ended with an interesting conversation and some homemade food. John was content and ready for bed, it would take a lot to spoil his night.
Turning the corner, heading towards the residential wing he groaned inwardly. Nikola was coming down the hallway, if anything could ruin his night, that was it.
"Nikola," he said coolly as they approached, "What brings your prowling in the witching hour? Is Helen's bed not satisfactory?"
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