*he
smiles slightly, loosely hugging himself* t-thanks Carlos.. i.. i’m
sorry for ruining another one of your coats *he chuckles slightly*It’s what oxygen cleaner’s for. Besides, it’s bound to get dirty sooner or later – that’s just how science is.
i didn’t know you could wash blood out of clothes.. *he glanced around* i’m straving, do you think they’ll give me meat..?
Probably not… nothing quality, anyway. If you ask for bologna, I’m sure they’ll have it. But I can grab you some stuff on the way out.
bologna’s not meat, it’s liess-sure thanks.. *he glanced at the window again* when are visiting hours over..?Well… I dunno. But they seem to think I’m your dad. I… may have ‘forgotten’ to correct them. White people can’t tell brown people apart I guess. But it works in our favor.
*he chuckles, sitting up slightly* well, we do kinda look alike anyway, so that and the fact that most of the time i come in here, you’re with me.. it’s easy to assume i guess
I guess it is. It must be the hair – heheh.
we do have great hair..!
*grins at Max* How you feeling?
my chest still hurts and my cast itches..
Okay. How badly does your chest hurt? Do you need some medicine from the nurse?
on a scale of 1-10? maybe a five.. i don’t know if i need more medicine then what’s already pumping through me
Okay. If it gets unbearable let me know. Maybe a strong ibuprofen will do the trick.
*he nods softly* alright..
Okay. You ready for me to call a nurse? The sooner they look over you, the sooner we can get out of here.
The Perfect Scientist 