Reyes walked to the bottle, taking it in hand and examining the brand. Then he handed it to the drunken mess that was the doctor.
❝ I would have though you'd have other experiments to tend to than seeing how functional your liver is. ❞
The man folded his arms as he sat on the couch's arm.
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
"Not today at least.. but a few steps were made. I am waiting to see if the rabbits take to it or die."
So cold. But to her they were expendable.
She tries to reach for her half downed bottle. Its just out of her reach.
◇ D E V I L ◇
❝ As if you're one to talk about boundaries or privacy... ❞
The mist takes the form of Reyes, unmasked and with his cowl down.
❝ I don't imagine you've had any progress or breakthroughs if this is the state I'm finding you in. ❞
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
She was laying on her sofa. About three whiskey bottles deep. Eyes open hazy and distant to the wraith.
"Do you ever knock..?"
She mumbled. Her lab coat still at her desk. Just her usual formal wear now.. though her tie is loose.
◇ D E V I L ◇
Cue a particular wraith coming from the vents in his mist-like form.
❝ Now isn't /this/ a sight. Having extra problems tonight, O'Deorain? ❞
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
Pining Moira hours. Mm.. time to drink those feelings into oblivion.
