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Calix, being a bomb and explosives expert that he is. Feels like hes about to combust
Excuse me- I UH- I JUST- SLOW DOWN A LIL ALRIGHTY?? ITS UH UH-
You can practically see his head is spinning from all this
M-MOVING A LITTLE TOO FAST FOR ME hehehe-
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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He turns a bit more red. His tail tightening around his ankle more
AHAHAH- uh which one is that one again- God this is why you shoulda just learn another language but NOOO
EHEM- I-I dunno M-MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE- just maybe when I get ta know ya better- like YEESSSHH buddy boy guy-... kill me. Dinner and date first! hehe...
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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He laughes nervously again. looking down at his fidgeting hands
"Hold your horses there guy! Come on we just met aint all this seem a bit too...forward?"
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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He goes bright red the moment the words register, practically stiffening like he got hit with a stun grenade.
"o-Oh OH UH"
His voice cracks. He tries to play it off with a nervous laugh, but it comes out more like a wheeze.
"I ain't used to bein' called...stuff like that, y'know? I’m usually just called...'hey you' or 'rat bastard'- sometimes 'bomb boy' if I'm lucky-'
His hands fidget with the edge of his coat as he looks away, ears twitching, tail curling slightly around one ankle like it’s hiding with him.
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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...Oh wait sorry lemme just- He clears his throat puttin on that YEEEHAWWW accent he was sadly born and raised with.
Scuse me, but that sure don't sound like English ta me...I don't reckon I speak any German. there son
He lets out a laugh as he settles down shaking his head
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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...Oh wait sorry lemme just- He clears his throat puttin on that YEEEHAWWW accent he was sadly born and raised with.
Scuse me, but that sure don't sound like English ta me...I don't reckon I speak any German. there son
He lets out a laugh as he settles down shaking his head
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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I-I HAVE JUST NOT...pegged- and also- that was german??????? man didn't know Germans were like that- huh... shoves arms into his pockets and nervously laughs freakyyy
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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Oh why th- excuseme-say what now...
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby
I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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Ehhh I guess I was just caught up in the moment at the time...
...
Again sorry- I may be a scientist but you know me-
Calix yawns.
It’s quiet in the lab...eerily so. After months of so-called "hibernation" (more like chemically-induced burnout naps and caffeine crashes), he finally stirs beneath a blanket of blueprints and pizza boxes.
He stretches, pushing back what he thought was a very hard weighted blanket. he cracked his back like a glow stick left in a freezer. He stands up...
or so he thinks.
Because something moves behind him. Something long. Something thin.
A tail.
He blinks.
Scratches his chest absentmindedly...and feels fur.
Short, wiry, wrong.
His reflection isn't in the mirror yet, but the rest of the lab stares back at him just fine.
Rust coats his metals.
The air smells like expired soy sauce and something that used to be soup.
His bombs are coated in dust. His notes are smeared.
Something's off.
'Time flies by when you're having a break' He thought
Groggy but determined, Calix stumbles toward the bathroom. Maybe a shower. Maybe a brush. Something to pull himself back together.
He grabs the toothbrush, looks up at the mirror
...
And sees it.
...
A warped reflection. A stranger. A creature.
A rat.
Matted fur, yellowed incisors, twitching whiskers. That nose. That nose.
Eyes still familiar. Everything else—not.
...
What happened?
When?
How?
...
He touches the glass. It doesn't lie.
...
"...Okay. That's new."
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He pauses and looks away, scratching his neck once again
Y-yeah...felt like I was though-
He went back to scratching his arm. A old habit of his seemed to worsen with this new body of his
Sorry...Few things came up at that time, I knew you and well noel were busy n' all...I knew we had to do a huge budget cut anyways so uh...Might as well experiment on myself eh?
his nervous chuckle quickly died down to something more awkward
Calix yawns.
It’s quiet in the lab...eerily so. After months of so-called "hibernation" (more like chemically-induced burnout naps and caffeine crashes), he finally stirs beneath a blanket of blueprints and pizza boxes.
He stretches, pushing back what he thought was a very hard weighted blanket. he cracked his back like a glow stick left in a freezer. He stands up...
or so he thinks.
Because something moves behind him. Something long. Something thin.
A tail.
He blinks.
Scratches his chest absentmindedly...and feels fur.
Short, wiry, wrong.
His reflection isn't in the mirror yet, but the rest of the lab stares back at him just fine.
Rust coats his metals.
The air smells like expired soy sauce and something that used to be soup.
His bombs are coated in dust. His notes are smeared.
Something's off.
'Time flies by when you're having a break' He thought
Groggy but determined, Calix stumbles toward the bathroom. Maybe a shower. Maybe a brush. Something to pull himself back together.
He grabs the toothbrush, looks up at the mirror
...
And sees it.
...
A warped reflection. A stranger. A creature.
A rat.
Matted fur, yellowed incisors, twitching whiskers. That nose. That nose.
Eyes still familiar. Everything else—not.
...
What happened?
When?
How?
...
He touches the glass. It doesn't lie.
...
"...Okay. That's new."
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He scratches his head nervously with a groan
Ugh I didn't mean for it ta be this way!! Especially now...
he sniffed and frowns
s-sorry
Calix yawns.
It’s quiet in the lab...eerily so. After months of so-called "hibernation" (more like chemically-induced burnout naps and caffeine crashes), he finally stirs beneath a blanket of blueprints and pizza boxes.
He stretches, pushing back what he thought was a very hard weighted blanket. he cracked his back like a glow stick left in a freezer. He stands up...
or so he thinks.
Because something moves behind him. Something long. Something thin.
A tail.
He blinks.
Scratches his chest absentmindedly...and feels fur.
Short, wiry, wrong.
His reflection isn't in the mirror yet, but the rest of the lab stares back at him just fine.
Rust coats his metals.
The air smells like expired soy sauce and something that used to be soup.
His bombs are coated in dust. His notes are smeared.
Something's off.
'Time flies by when you're having a break' He thought
Groggy but determined, Calix stumbles toward the bathroom. Maybe a shower. Maybe a brush. Something to pull himself back together.
He grabs the toothbrush, looks up at the mirror
...
And sees it.
...
A warped reflection. A stranger. A creature.
A rat.
Matted fur, yellowed incisors, twitching whiskers. That nose. That nose.
Eyes still familiar. Everything else—not.
...
What happened?
When?
How?
...
He touches the glass. It doesn't lie.
...
"...Okay. That's new."
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he stays silent, thinks before shrugging
I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?
He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*
"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-
GOD DAMN-"
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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he stays silent, thinks before shrugging
I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?
He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all
Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.
He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged
"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"
"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"
Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case
...
Spots Calix, blink
"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."
Nudging gun at him
"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"
-<3 Clark F.Rider
(:3)
As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)
He felt a nudge.
Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.
"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"
His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun
Immediate panic.
He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away
"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"
His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.
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