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“Why are you trying to get me to sleep?”
Anya was in the lab, but she looked up at him cheerfully. “Hello again,” she said, but her expression dropped as she saw the glass on him. “What...
“What’s your deal?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Trevor helped him up before pulling away, looking around before heading down the hallway quickly, looking for an intercom.
He noticed, squinting. “What?”
The slug moved out of sight almost instantly and Trevor backed away. “*squee!*. Did you see where it went? Basel, head back to the lab and seal the...
He yawned, nodding tiredly. “Hopefully.0
“Yeah,” he said, leading him back to the entrance. “You know me, I’m not easily freaked out, but it does give me the creeps a little.”
“I will not be doing that.”
The creature looked almost like oil, thick tarlike sludge. It was quite small, about an inch and a half long. It wasn't moving. "I thought it...
He stared at her flatly. "I am not one of the children you taught."
They moved further in and Trevor's face dropped a little as he gestured to a glass cage, seeming a little uncomfortable. "The guy's in there....
"So, I can't sleep in the daytime. It just doesn't work."
"Not love, my friend," he said dramatically, draping his arm over Basel's shoulder playfully and leading him deeper into the small pod. "Not the...
"I can't," he said grumpily, pointing towards the sky. "It's daytime."
Trevor looked up, already smirking. "Oh, she did? You and her talk quite a bit, don't you?"
"Oh, I would love to sleep," he replied flatly. "Thanks for rubbing it in."
Trevor was cleaning out his pod, using a broom to brush out the muck from a nearby planet. He was carefully gathering it up, as if saving it for...
"Hm. You're more hopeful than I am," he replied quietly before a smirk crossed his face. "It must be the extra sleep."
She glanced up, giving him a small smile, a tiny tattoo on her temple glowing at him like a tiny wink before she returned to her work.
