*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.
The Perfect Scientist 