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He frowned, looking over at her. "I didn't just do it for experiments, Anya."
He frowned, looking thoughtful. "I don't know. I don't like when people are at risk because of my actions. I also don't like accidentally hurting...
"I'm not sure.. I do hope to find out."
"I want to be a better hero.. I want to be more confident." *** She stood up, taking his hand. "I'm excited."
"My blood?" he asked with a small smile. "It's red."
He smiled slightly before trying again. *** She chuckled. "I dunno."
His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't say anything. After a moment he pulled away. "All done."
He sat to the side with her arm, using her distractions to draw blood. She would likely not even notice.
He frowned, but put himself into an offensive stance and threw a punch. *** She paused, looking up at him. "Well neither of us are hungry so it...
He scooted it closer to her, coming around and taking her arm gently. "You may, but use your other hand, okay?"
He frowned, looking unsure. *** "No."
He set down an anemone looking creature in front of here. It was a bit small, but a vibrant yellow with soft pink tendrils. "This is one of my...
"Attack you? Here?" *** "We're on a date together."
He observed her before getting up and getting a few things, going to a wall of what looked like habitats behind glass. He opened one of them and...
He shrugged, standing up. "It still felt like it in the moment." *** "I didn't ask either."
He hesitated, looking up at her. "Blood test?"
He laughed. "Why would I be mad about that?" *** "Not really. Are you?"
"I mean, I just called it specimen 738."
He looked up at her with a small frown. "What?" *** She chuckled, going quiet.
He tilted his head at her. "No. Was I supposed to?"
