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“... The lab is cold. I’ve been here all night.” He murmured, not really sheepishly, just exhausted more like. “Is this yours?” He glanced down as if he couldn’t tell. “No wonder it’s so ugly.” Hojo was still busy with something, switching between glancing down a microscope into a petri dish, and glancing back over to a computer screen to write everything down.
“If you want it back, wait a bit longer, I’m almost done.” His red, veiny eyes, show how long he’s been at whatever he’s doing.
Hmph. “Ugly but comfortable. Not much point of it being cute if it’s just something to wear around here, right?” The lab is cold. Valentine is used to the chill, having spent a large portion of his childhood in Icicle Inn, but sitting still for long periods of time in what is essentially an icebox wears even the thickest skin down.
He has long since learned which scientist to not ask the what are you doing question to. So, “Do you need anything? There’s coffee upstairs.”