"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
