[Sakura... He will sit in a minute, be patient. But no, it's fine. He isn't bothered at all by her behind him, hovering over his shoulder, not even when she gets the stool. Sometimes, a gothic man is tall.
He hums in acknowledgement to her simple answer; it makes sense to him, and he doesn't need any kind of crazy explanation. In a way, he understands. Having poisonous blood isn't a life he chose; however, it has given him a tool to withstand venoms and poisons from others.
The blood he syringes into a petri dish actually looks exactly like normal blood. No weird colors, no strange bubbling. His blood seems... ordinary? He puts it briefly aside and disposes of the syringe.]
Would you rather hear the bad news last?
[Listen.
When he starts working with her blood next, he sits down in front of the microscope, making her the tall one now. Rather than the petri dish, a drop or two of her blood goes first onto a slide on the stage, and he leans forward to look through the lens at it.]
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He hums in acknowledgement to her simple answer; it makes sense to him, and he doesn't need any kind of crazy explanation. In a way, he understands. Having poisonous blood isn't a life he chose; however, it has given him a tool to withstand venoms and poisons from others.
The blood he syringes into a petri dish actually looks exactly like normal blood. No weird colors, no strange bubbling. His blood seems... ordinary? He puts it briefly aside and disposes of the syringe.]
Would you rather hear the bad news last?
[Listen.
When he starts working with her blood next, he sits down in front of the microscope, making her the tall one now. Rather than the petri dish, a drop or two of her blood goes first onto a slide on the stage, and he leans forward to look through the lens at it.]