[Well. Undertaker will be able to send over a thoroughly distressed Kid, if nothing else, and even those with only a cursory friendship with the doctor across the way know that's the best way to the man occupied. Other people's needs.
It's a quick and efficient way to prompt the teen into panic. His eyes don't know where to land, on the vials of unlabeled chemicals to his left or the teetering pile of books on his right. If Undertaker looks hard enough he might just spot the puff of smoke from Kid's ears.
He chooses the floor in am attempt to avoid becoming violently ill, nausea clawing up his throat. Like the girls tell him: stop thinking about it. I'm not thinking about it. I'm not thinking about it. Not thinking about it. Not thinking...]
No-- [His tone is noticeably strained, and he presses his hands to his face. Ah--now he really can't see it.] No biscuits.
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It's a quick and efficient way to prompt the teen into panic. His eyes don't know where to land, on the vials of unlabeled chemicals to his left or the teetering pile of books on his right. If Undertaker looks hard enough he might just spot the puff of smoke from Kid's ears.
He chooses the floor in am attempt to avoid becoming violently ill, nausea clawing up his throat. Like the girls tell him: stop thinking about it. I'm not thinking about it. I'm not thinking about it. Not thinking about it. Not thinking...]
No-- [His tone is noticeably strained, and he presses his hands to his face. Ah--now he really can't see it.] No biscuits.
How do you stand this...this abomination?