Yamanaka Ino (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
intraspective) wrote2018-06-04 11:58 am
intraspective) wrote2018-06-04 11:58 am
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Lab Above Pick Your Poison, Monday Afternoon
Ino beamed.
Sure, the fish was a screaming, flying, raining confetti, hot mess of a prize, but she and Miguel had it now, and they were going to make it better.
Or, well, you know. Worse.
(Which was totally better.)
It had meant she'd had to put Miguel off for a few days while she finished up some of her own work, since she didn't really think either of them wanted to get accidentally poisoned while they worked on the fish.
But now, the lab was ready. She was ready.
They just needed Miguel and they'd be ready to start.
[For him that she's waiting for, yo!]
Sure, the fish was a screaming, flying, raining confetti, hot mess of a prize, but she and Miguel had it now, and they were going to make it better.
Or, well, you know. Worse.
(Which was totally better.)
It had meant she'd had to put Miguel off for a few days while she finished up some of her own work, since she didn't really think either of them wanted to get accidentally poisoned while they worked on the fish.
But now, the lab was ready. She was ready.
They just needed Miguel and they'd be ready to start.
[For him that she's waiting for, yo!]