Only a few moments passed in blissful silence, allowing him to record the changes in the samples he’d been experimenting with in peace before the weapon returned again – this time sporting one of his lab coats. Stein had to admit …he looked utterly ridiculous in it. It reminded him of an earlier time, back when they’d been partners at the Academy together, and Stein had first started donning those sorts of outfits best suited for his research. Spirit had insisted on trying one on back then, too – as well as swiping Stein’s glasses and perching them on his own pert nose, parading around insisting he looked “intellectual” and that the girls would go absolutely wild for it. The meister couldn’t quell the small, bemused smile that the memory painted his thin, chapped lips with as he scribbled down the last statistic in his notebook.
…there was something else about it that made him smile, something that swelled somewhere in the hollow of his chest cavity, something else that was oddly …satisfying about the situation. But it wasn’t something he could quite pin down – so like most things he couldn’t emotionally comprehend, the doctor simply ignored it and carried on.
❝ – I honestly don’t see the point in explaining it to you, since you’ve already decided for yourself that it’s ‘boring.’ And what’s wrong with dogs? They’re loyal, energetic, praise-driven… ❞
He listed off the qualities that the animal and the weapon shared without a shred of shame – and the similarities didn’t end there, it seemed, as the weapon mindlessly walked right into another one. Stein flashed him an incredibly disconcerting grin, tilting his head off to the side that his screw weighed most heavily on.
❝ – awww, you want me to take you for a walk, boy? Should I go get your leash, then? ~ ❞
‘ oh like it’s my fault your work is BORING. ‘ rolling the sleeves up on the borrowed ( stolen ) labcoat the weapon stood off to the side as stein spoke. hip resting on the nearest table edge. ‘ i mean nothing’s wrong with the slobbery things i guess. they’re cute from afar. too much fur. ‘ making a face already he began to brush away nonexistent hair off of his shoulder. but as stein began to list the positive traits of a canine companion, it started to dawn on DEATHSCYTHE oh no. ‘ don’t say it! don’t you .. ‘ damn it.
the list was kind of accurate. ‘ but dogs.. but you can’t.. ‘ he began, stammering. With a groan he listened with mild irritation and a very small amount of latent AMUSEMENT as his meister ( former ) called him over like some spoiled puppy. ‘ and if i was a dog i’d be an irish setter. regal. handsome. ‘ why was he even humoring this subject?? tch.
‘ just.. listen.. ‘ stammering he felt his cheeks redden, ‘ just because i wanna go .. you know what nevermind! gimmie a second to change. ‘ DEATHSCYTHE grouched. Of course being at the lab and not at his own bachelor pad spirit had to make due with a long sleeved shirt with dark gray started at the top that gradually gradients into a lighter gray towards the bottom. of course stitches criss crossed the entire thing. wearing a pair of nicely fitting black slacks he came back out of the bedroom, tugging the shirt down over his head. stomach bare for a moment revealing pale white skin, marred by scars from long ago.
a moment later he was outside enjoying the spring air. Inhaling slowly he exhaled and smiled brightly. ‘ it’s beautiful out! ‘ absolutely invigorated.
