•[ VIDEO UPLOADED — 12/19 | 9:20 AM ]•
•[ VIDEO ID: Professor Mador is a creature of anxious habit and crippling mental dissatisfaction. In my short time of spending with them, he somehow worries about absolutely everything and equally nothing at once. In this moment however, that stone corpse face has the slightest sliver of a trembling grin as he keeps his eyes on the road ahead.
Their hands are shaken and their expression is frozen, the professor themselves only being brought back to some resemblance of reality by the snapping finger of their nearby husband(?). Immediately, they turn to look at him and completely take their eyes off of the road, causing him to gently poke their cheek back into place of paying proper attention. Mador sighs loudly. ]•
🧬📹: Oh, I am so sorry Kenzie-boo! It has been days and a half lately, hasn’t it? I almost feel sick over the idea of having to see my parents so soon. I can admit — I may have been stalling.
🐾🥩: Uh. Yeah, I noticed we’ve passed the same houses about thirty times now. Have you just been drivin’ in circles?
🧬📹: More like tiny ovals. But, I am just so worried? Something feels different this time. You know more than anyone that I do not like different and this feels too different.
🐾🥩: Well, ‘course it’s gonna be different this time, Marty. You said you ain’t seen your sister in how many years?
🧬📹: … In persons? A decade at least. The last time I talked to her was when she brought me that baby to do emergency surgery. I still do not know whose baby that was and why it had such a bad leg? It was so bad I couldn’t even jar it. Too much ice damage and nerve problems.
🐾🥩: Right — it’s been forever since you two have been face-to-face, it makes sense you’d be worried. Fuck, if I was going through the same thing right now I can’t say I wouldn’t be.
🧬📹: Yes, but you are different. You can punch a man real hard he dies right on the spot. Unfortunately, I cannot punch real hard and kill men right now. Low blood sugar.
🐾🥩: Eh, I’ve seen you do worse things. Speaking of —
•[ Kenneth leans over and opens the large decorative coffin in the back of Martin’s large vintage hearse, revealing a few sealed shut containers of a glowing purple liquid. The light emanating off of it starts to fade as the natural sunlight begins to shine upon it, highlighting a few orange canisters nearby in much smaller jars stacked around the coffin. ]•
🐾🥩: Why are you bringin’ this stuff again? Especially this much of it? I thought you said your parents were just regular farmers. This ain’t for your Zoroark fears, is it? I promise, I’m not going to let any of them touch you—
🧬📹: Oh! No, no … The jars are for the trees! I am going to be conducting a little experiment of my own! I am going to see if my battling serum will help assist in causing trees to grow even faster, possibly even with bigger results. Anything I can do to help the farm in my own ways!
🐾🥩: … Marty, that stuff is basically rabid-juice. I think pumping it into a product that people are going to eat isn’t the best idea.
🧬📹: It is okay! This is just test one! I am going to be tweaking it over and over again until we get it right, do not worry! This is not for people.
•[ Kenneth simply stares at Mador for a minute, slowly blinking with a slightly exhausted expression on his face at the mere idea of what the mad scientist of a professor is concocting right now in the driver’s seat. After a moment, he simply shakes his head and chuckles, pointing a finger at him as he looks up from his travel translation dictionary. ]•
🐾🥩: Alright, I’m fuckin’ holding you to that. If I see you trying to eat one of those apples “for science”, I am going to break you over my knee.
🧬📹: Oooh! Sounds fun! But, you will not tempt me — I shall not be eating those apples! How do you like … thems apples?
🐾🥩: I’m fine with “thems apples” if you could actually drive us to the farm now.
🧬📹: Hm. Okay, maybe you are right … I really do want to try my serum apples soon. Full of crunch and no nothing bad at all.
🐾🥩: Marty no, we just talked about this—
