not at all! i just ... uhm ...
( 8 shakes his head, then shrugs, and begins to fiddle with his fingers )
i got ... lost? yes. lost.
(——lost like his nap time. poor thing. )
( how unfortunate——the young zandik does not wish for his secret to be exposed so soon! wide-eyed, an embarrassed tint of red settling on little features, straightening up his back with a little tremble of adrenaline. )
<— extremely perplexed by the lack of mattress in omega's bedroom. where is he supposed to take a nap now? how ridiculous. how dare someone mess with his routine. * 💢
“ a 400 year old child. so i am smarter than any other child. i'd be really stupid if i couldn't handle myself in a lab at this point. ”
he seems pleased with causing pierro a bit of pain, though his face remains scrunched in his
" nobody is stealing your research, 65 is merely looking after you. you're a child after all. "
the tug on his beard makes him groan a little, making him pull away to keep himself out of his arms reach.
" there are certain conditions i've read that 65 has written
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upset.
“ 65 is dumb. they don't say anything when 35 falls asleep in the lab, right next to the scalpels. ”
he squirms again, little legs kicking in the air.
“ but i can't tell you about my work. you might steal it. buuut i need to
“ you're the director, you can override his decision. ”
8's nostrils flare at being called immature, and he attempts to tug at pierro's beard in protest. * 💢
“ not even 35 wants to help. i asked him to forge your signature and he said
" but how is that exactly my fault now, hm? "
his face grabbed when he tilted down but the director does do nothing to it.
" if 65 made that request, it shouldn't be me you should be angry at, 8 .
you can't be redirecting your anger towards another individual,
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no ... hmph, everyone here is MEAN. ”
arms folding over his chest, dramatic.
“ if you just sign it ... i have it in my pocket ... i can do all my experiments alone. i don't like 65 watching me, what if he steals my research? it's
haven't signed it and it's been WEEKS !! you know i'm mature enough to behave in the lab ... but 65 won't let me because he thinks i'm a kid ... so YOU have to do it !! so do it already !! ”
squirming continues, flailing his arms to grab at pierro's face, his own turning red from his little tantrum.
“ i need YOU to sign papers so i can be recognised as DOTTORE so i can be in the lab without supervision !! * 💢 but you
eyes narrow into an especially grumpy glare as he's picked up, making an attempt to bite that finger. when that fails, he squirms, waving his arms around.
“ put me down !! it's all your fault !! * 💢 dumb-dumb pierro !! ”
he carries the segment by his shirt on his back. like picking up a cat . giving his nose a flick.
" putting out your frustrations at me isn't going to work either . "