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04-01-2020, 08:54 PM
Homebrew - 2018/2020
Ringor Mortis + B. Comorant, Pre-Sleepwalker
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Philly and Flynt share a late night meeting.
It’s late, way too late for anyone to be up and roaming the halls of the Luxson Biotech Facility, but as usual, there’s no rest for nighttime security. Flynt knows that most people will have left work hours ago, curfew already instated for anyone not on the night watch...but there’s always someone on overtime.
Sure enough, there’s light coming out from under the door of a familiar room, an even more familiar name on the door. Visiting Philly for his check ups and tests after hours had become their routine for months now, and it’d become their little secret. All it took was a few loops around the main hallways before Flynt could safely say he did his job, and then it was off to see his friend and get up to, as Philly called it, “mad science shenanigans”.
Flynt sneaks closer to the door, opening it slowly with his foot- Philly’s in the same place as always, leaning forward over some notes and completely focused on scribbling something down.
Perfect.
The corvice plans his steps carefully, making sure not to make any audible noise on the tile. Philly’s so deep in his work that he doesn’t even notice Flynt leaning over his shoulder, practically stage whispering in his ear.
FLYNT: You're up past shift.
Philly tries not to jump out of his chair, fur standing on end. He whips around with ears back, but the playful smile on his face betrays any attempt at annoyance.
PHILLY: And you startled me!
FLYNT: Heh. Not here to bust you, but the job needs me to ask why.
Philly leans back against the table a bit, trying to play off his surprise.
PHILLY: Boooo. What if it's secret lab business?
FLYNT: Records say they’re classified?
Philly’s expression turns smug.
PHILLY: Maybe that’s a secret too!
Flynt only returns the look even harder, used to their little game at this point.
FLYNT: And what about for a friend?
Philly turns his body back to his work, still turning his head back to talk to Flynt.
PHILLY: Just documenting our recent findings, thinking ahead.
FLYNT: Yeah?
PHILLY: Mm, we got a lot of progress out of those last few tests!
Philly’s tail wags a bit, clearly excited over his findings.
PHILLY: It's going fabulously.
Flynt tries to peek over at his notes, unable to keep his curiosity at bay.
FLYNT: Show me.
Philly’s been sketching Flynt's head, focusing on his new teeth. He’s even put in some feather detailing and light shading, not a perfect likeness, but close. It’s halfway between casual scribbling and carefully drawn diagrams, a style that Flynt’s come to appreciate every time he sees it. He can’t help but grin a little, resisting the urge to trace along the paper.
FLYNT: Don't look like work to me.
PHILLY: It is!
FLYNT: Seems more like graphite daydreaming.
PHILLY: I'll have you know that scientific illustration is a part of my work process!
Philly flips through to another piece of paper, showing him all his drafts and notes- investigations on sludge leakage (the drooling had become a bit of an issue lately), notes on before and after stages, typos aplenty, and some sketches of Flynt’s overall body shape as it changed. He can’t help but feel shy over the last one, but Philly keeps thumbing through.
PHILLY: I can add in my own edits a lot easier with a drawing.
Philly flips through his notebook, showing prior, quicker sketches of possible outcomes for his teeth, matched to formulas and notes.
PHILLY: It allows me to explore possibilities as well, excellent for visualization!
FLYNT: Huh. They look great.
PHILLY: You think so?
Philly smiles wide, pleased as could be.
PHILLY: I'm not the best, but I really like illustrating my own work. It's one of my favorite parts of the job.
FLYNT: I can only do little scribbles myself, honestly.
PHILLY: Oh, you can help me with the next part then!
FLYNT: Don't see how I could contribute much.
PHILLY: To the contrary- we need to talk the next step, and your input is vital.
FLYNT: ...Alright.
PHILLY: Scoot in a bit! I've been brainstorming.
Philly rifles through one of his other notebooks, trying to find a new, fresh page. Flynt dusts the seat next to him and scoots in, perching in true corvice fashion.
PHILLY: So, first things first...how have the mods been treating you? Teeth aching at all, strength staying consistent?
FLYNT: Been different, but mostly fine.
PHILLY: Different how?
Philly switches from his charcoals to a pen, clicking the end, completely ready to write down notes-
FLYNT: Like this.
Flynt playfully clamps onto the dog's face with his teeth, not enough to hurt. Philly turns all red, laughing as best he can with a bird latched onto him. Flynt lets go quick, but it’s still enough for Philly to look like an embarrassed mess.
PHILLY: Sh-sharp! They're sharp, you nerd!
Flynt’s expression is painfully smug.
FLYNT: That good or bad?
PHILLY: Good!
PHILLY: I mean, that's what we were going for!
Philly tries to regain his composure, coughing. He gives a thumbs up, avoiding eye contact.
PHILLY: Sharp is really good. It's good.
He finally gets himself together, trying to get back into proper science mode.
FLYNT: That the goal?
PHILLY: They're certainly holding up well, and if you don't have any aches, I'd say we're doing great.
Philly scoots out of his chair quickly, making his way to his trusty coffeepot. His tail wags behind him, and Flynt can’t help but get the feeling that he’s just using it as an excuse to cool down.
FLYNT: You're gonna be antsy when you get to bed you know.
PHILLY: It'll be fine! I haven't even hit my usual dose of liquid energy yet.
FLYNT: Caffeine is the world's most celebrated drug.
PHILLY: For very good reason!
Philly downs half of his mug and settles back down, face finally back to its usual color.
PHILLY: And your personal feelings on how things turned out?
FLYNT: There's a nice feel to it.
Philly lights right up.
PHILLY: Awesome. That's a job well done in my book.
FLYNT: You think it looks good?
PHILLY: It suits you perfectly.
Flynt fusses with his teeth, hand on his lower jaw. Philly tries not to stare, shuffling his notes around.
PHILLY: S-so, the next step. Are you ready to talk another mod?
FLYNT: Depends what you got.
Philly spreads his arms wide, his grin returning.
PHILLY: I was thinking we go big. What's something you wish you could change, anything at all.
FLYNT: Got a selfish one.
PHILLY: Even better. I want this one to be special to you.
Flynt pulls up his sleeves, revealing scars- Philly’s seen them before, but they’ve always been something untalked about, and he’d never felt right asking.
FLYNT: Wings got jacked up a while back. My nerves never healed just right. Cold stings, don't feel anything like I used to.
Philly extends his hand, tapping the tips of Flynt’s wings.
PHILLY: Restorative transformation...possible. Possible, but incredibly difficult…
FLYNT: What are the challenges?
PHILLY: Healing using horror is a bit tricky. Getting targeted transformations like we've been doing, like the strength enhancements and the teeth, that's fairly easy stuff- they're common mutations.
PHILLY: Mutations aren't a one time deal either, so to restore the nerves and tissue, you'd have to, well...create a regenerative one.
FLYNT: In short?
PHILLY: If I could pull it off, you'd be able to regenerate any damaged tissue, not just your wings. Sludge, shell, if it got fucked up, you'd be able to heal it faster, and with a way lower chance of scarring.
FLYNT: I'd be like some type of comic book character.
PHILLY: Dove would absolutely freak.
The two of them share a knowing glance, Philly’s smirk matching Flynt’s snickering.
FLYNT: Think she'd be all for it?
PHILLY: Oh my god, are you kidding me?
Philly can’t help but laugh.
PHILLY: If she catches wind of this idea, she'll make me do it- if not to you, then to her!
FLYNT: Think she'd abuse it?
PHILLY: I fear her power as it is, she doesn't need regeneration!
FLYNT: We might end up creating the worst antihero the world's seen.
Philly only laughs harder, Flynt joining in- it’s moments like this that the two of them hold onto, and it’s some time before they’re able to catch their breath and get back to work.
PHILLY: But as for you...would you do it? You can't take this kind of thing back, and it's got a catch or two.
FLYNT: Let me hear the catch.
Philly rubs his temples, thinking over the ramifications.
PHILLY: This kind of mutation would be like...it's the top tier. The highest we can safely go, and unfortunately, at what we know now, we can't just isolate the regen. It'd have to come with another mutation, a big one, and there'd be serious side effects.
The mood of the room changes quickly, Flynt solemn as he lets it sink in.
FLYNT: Not dropping from this project, but I gotta think on that one.
PHILLY: I can probably package it with a mutation of your choice, but there's not much I can do about the stuff that comes with it. It'd have to be a really big change, too.
FLYNT: Can you crunch what can happen down?
Philly speaks with huge hand gestures, doing his best to articulate.
PHILLY: Hunger and issues regulating emotions are the big ones- I can minimize the latter, but the hunger's not going anywhere.
PHILLY: With your current mutations, you're not really affected, but the further you go, the more you'll need to eat.
FLYNT: How much more?
PHILLY: You'd have to snack regularly, maybe squeeze in an extra meal.
FLYNT: Heads would probably kill me over that.
Philly’s face turns excited, hands clasped.
PHILLY: I could cook for you!
His blush returns as soon as he says it, embarrassed at his own outburst.
PHILLY: I mean, if you'd want. They give me plenty of food money to order from up top.
FLYNT: Think I already got something in mind.
Philly’s ears perk up.
PHILLY: Yeah?
Flynt clamps his beak on Philly’s face again, unable to keep himself from blushing this time- it’s a little too close to, well...a kiss, for him not to. Philly makes a puppy whine, his voice muffled.
PHILLY: Nooo! No eating the master scientist!!
Flynt lets go just enough to talk, still staying close.
FLYNT: Your experiments backfired.
PHILLY: Betrayal at the hands of my finest work!
FLYNT: The creation rebels against the creator.
Philly grabs Flynt’s beak with both hands, holding it shut with a devilish expression.
PHILLY: Can I take this sudden chomping fit as a yes?
Flynt wiggles out of his grasp easily, the scientist letting go as soon as he went to talk.
FLYNT: When we got it figured out a bit more, yeah.
PHILLY: And thaaaat…
Philly pokes through his notes and slides over a page of scientific drawings, mostly rough sketches of Flynt, including his build, proportions and current mods. They’re more refined than the ones Flynt got to peek at earlier, but still sketchy around the edges.
PHILLY: Is why I have these! You said you could do doodles, right?
Flynt droops a bit, not confident in the slightest.
FLYNT: Don't see how I'd do much better than you in this bit.
PHILLY: You know what you want better than I would! I mean, I can try to draw based on description here, but you can draw right on top of these. I have copies.
Philly plunks a pen down for him, giving him a reassuring look. Flynt takes it slowly, looking down at the notes.
PHILLY: I can always work on refining the idea, but I want it to be yours.
It’s quiet for a moment as Flynt thinks it over.
FLYNT: Maybe... something that'll help me get around easier. Something tougher.
PHILLY: Tougher's a guarantee, I wouldn't mod you with something that wouldn't last.
FLYNT: I want something better than before.
PHILLY: Well, you said you're not happy with your wings…
Flynt glances down at his wing, unable to stop thinking about the scars underneath his top
FLYNT: They're not in great shape.
Philly starts taking notes, only looking up to check his expression.
PHILLY: So, how would you fix ‘em up?
FLYNT: Make them more practical I guess. Something that can do heavy lifting.
Philly sticks his pen in his mouth for a moment, flipping to check an older page.
PHILLY: Why not arms? Hands'll do you a lot better than those wings if you want to lift shit.
Flynt extends a wing, wiggling it around.
FLYNT: Don't got bones.
PHILLY: Don't need ‘em!
Philly zips up out of his chair and zooms back with a large book in hand, slamming it on the table and opening it to a marked tab.
PHILLY: Let's see......
He flips through pages until he gets to an illustration of a cat-like corvice, complete with fur and large claws.
PHILLY: Tada! Mammal morph corvice! They've got arms just fine, no bones needed!
FLYNT: Don't think I've seen one in this part of the lab.
PHILLY: Nope, they're more common on Fallow's Island! Neat though, huh?
FLYNT: Fallow's island must be wild.
PHILLY: When we've made it big on this research, I'll take us. You, me, Dove.
FLYNT: It nice?
Philly nods.
PHILLY: Pictures and video don't do it justice. Hell, if we can pull this off, we'd be able to travel there pretty often. This kind of research...it'd change the world.
Philly smiles, folding his hands together and leaning on them.
PHILLY: But, if these mods help you out, that's more than enough for me.
FLYNT: Win-win if we do this, then.
PHILLY: As long as you're up for the side effects and piles of tests, I'm confident I can pull it off.
Flynt leans in, solemn.
FLYNT: Can I trust you?
Philly softens, his face both honest and serious.
PHILLY: I'll give this everything I have, and then some.
FLYNT: And we'll make it work?
PHILLY: Through anything.
FLYNT: Then I trust you.
Philly grins wide, trying not to wiggle in excitement.
PHILLY: Sounds like we've got a lot of late nights ahead, huh?
FLYNT: That's not a excuse to stay up until 6.
PHILLY: Flyyyyynt...
FLYNT: I mean it.
PHILLY: Flyyyyynt, it's fiiiine.
FLYNT: Don't need you blowing it during the daytime or getting hurt.
PHILLY: Fiiine...just…
Philly starts gathering his papers up, his hand lingering a bit away from one of Flynt's wings.
PHILLY: A little longer, alright?
FLYNT: Just don't be jittery in the morning. Take care of yourself.
PHILLY: I have to be in top condition to pull this off, right?
Philly smiles and goes to take a drink of his coffee, head slightly tilted in Flynt’s direction.
PHILLY: I promise, I won't go too overboard.
Flynt pushes the mug down a bit, getting a pout out of Philly.
FLYNT: That means control your coffee intake too.
PHILLY: Fine, but don't expect me to go cold turkey! Takes time to wean off of this stuff.
FLYNT: Heh, when do we start then?
PHILLY: If somebody wasn't so insistent we head to bed, I'd say tonight...but tomorrow should be good...
Sure enough, there’s light coming out from under the door of a familiar room, an even more familiar name on the door. Visiting Philly for his check ups and tests after hours had become their routine for months now, and it’d become their little secret. All it took was a few loops around the main hallways before Flynt could safely say he did his job, and then it was off to see his friend and get up to, as Philly called it, “mad science shenanigans”.
Flynt sneaks closer to the door, opening it slowly with his foot- Philly’s in the same place as always, leaning forward over some notes and completely focused on scribbling something down.
Perfect.
The corvice plans his steps carefully, making sure not to make any audible noise on the tile. Philly’s so deep in his work that he doesn’t even notice Flynt leaning over his shoulder, practically stage whispering in his ear.
FLYNT: You're up past shift.
Philly tries not to jump out of his chair, fur standing on end. He whips around with ears back, but the playful smile on his face betrays any attempt at annoyance.
PHILLY: And you startled me!
FLYNT: Heh. Not here to bust you, but the job needs me to ask why.
Philly leans back against the table a bit, trying to play off his surprise.
PHILLY: Boooo. What if it's secret lab business?
FLYNT: Records say they’re classified?
Philly’s expression turns smug.
PHILLY: Maybe that’s a secret too!
Flynt only returns the look even harder, used to their little game at this point.
FLYNT: And what about for a friend?
Philly turns his body back to his work, still turning his head back to talk to Flynt.
PHILLY: Just documenting our recent findings, thinking ahead.
FLYNT: Yeah?
PHILLY: Mm, we got a lot of progress out of those last few tests!
Philly’s tail wags a bit, clearly excited over his findings.
PHILLY: It's going fabulously.
Flynt tries to peek over at his notes, unable to keep his curiosity at bay.
FLYNT: Show me.
Philly’s been sketching Flynt's head, focusing on his new teeth. He’s even put in some feather detailing and light shading, not a perfect likeness, but close. It’s halfway between casual scribbling and carefully drawn diagrams, a style that Flynt’s come to appreciate every time he sees it. He can’t help but grin a little, resisting the urge to trace along the paper.
FLYNT: Don't look like work to me.
PHILLY: It is!
FLYNT: Seems more like graphite daydreaming.
PHILLY: I'll have you know that scientific illustration is a part of my work process!
Philly flips through to another piece of paper, showing him all his drafts and notes- investigations on sludge leakage (the drooling had become a bit of an issue lately), notes on before and after stages, typos aplenty, and some sketches of Flynt’s overall body shape as it changed. He can’t help but feel shy over the last one, but Philly keeps thumbing through.
PHILLY: I can add in my own edits a lot easier with a drawing.
Philly flips through his notebook, showing prior, quicker sketches of possible outcomes for his teeth, matched to formulas and notes.
PHILLY: It allows me to explore possibilities as well, excellent for visualization!
FLYNT: Huh. They look great.
PHILLY: You think so?
Philly smiles wide, pleased as could be.
PHILLY: I'm not the best, but I really like illustrating my own work. It's one of my favorite parts of the job.
FLYNT: I can only do little scribbles myself, honestly.
PHILLY: Oh, you can help me with the next part then!
FLYNT: Don't see how I could contribute much.
PHILLY: To the contrary- we need to talk the next step, and your input is vital.
FLYNT: ...Alright.
PHILLY: Scoot in a bit! I've been brainstorming.
Philly rifles through one of his other notebooks, trying to find a new, fresh page. Flynt dusts the seat next to him and scoots in, perching in true corvice fashion.
PHILLY: So, first things first...how have the mods been treating you? Teeth aching at all, strength staying consistent?
FLYNT: Been different, but mostly fine.
PHILLY: Different how?
Philly switches from his charcoals to a pen, clicking the end, completely ready to write down notes-
FLYNT: Like this.
Flynt playfully clamps onto the dog's face with his teeth, not enough to hurt. Philly turns all red, laughing as best he can with a bird latched onto him. Flynt lets go quick, but it’s still enough for Philly to look like an embarrassed mess.
PHILLY: Sh-sharp! They're sharp, you nerd!
Flynt’s expression is painfully smug.
FLYNT: That good or bad?
PHILLY: Good!
PHILLY: I mean, that's what we were going for!
Philly tries to regain his composure, coughing. He gives a thumbs up, avoiding eye contact.
PHILLY: Sharp is really good. It's good.
He finally gets himself together, trying to get back into proper science mode.
FLYNT: That the goal?
PHILLY: They're certainly holding up well, and if you don't have any aches, I'd say we're doing great.
Philly scoots out of his chair quickly, making his way to his trusty coffeepot. His tail wags behind him, and Flynt can’t help but get the feeling that he’s just using it as an excuse to cool down.
FLYNT: You're gonna be antsy when you get to bed you know.
PHILLY: It'll be fine! I haven't even hit my usual dose of liquid energy yet.
FLYNT: Caffeine is the world's most celebrated drug.
PHILLY: For very good reason!
Philly downs half of his mug and settles back down, face finally back to its usual color.
PHILLY: And your personal feelings on how things turned out?
FLYNT: There's a nice feel to it.
Philly lights right up.
PHILLY: Awesome. That's a job well done in my book.
FLYNT: You think it looks good?
PHILLY: It suits you perfectly.
Flynt fusses with his teeth, hand on his lower jaw. Philly tries not to stare, shuffling his notes around.
PHILLY: S-so, the next step. Are you ready to talk another mod?
FLYNT: Depends what you got.
Philly spreads his arms wide, his grin returning.
PHILLY: I was thinking we go big. What's something you wish you could change, anything at all.
FLYNT: Got a selfish one.
PHILLY: Even better. I want this one to be special to you.
Flynt pulls up his sleeves, revealing scars- Philly’s seen them before, but they’ve always been something untalked about, and he’d never felt right asking.
FLYNT: Wings got jacked up a while back. My nerves never healed just right. Cold stings, don't feel anything like I used to.
Philly extends his hand, tapping the tips of Flynt’s wings.
PHILLY: Restorative transformation...possible. Possible, but incredibly difficult…
FLYNT: What are the challenges?
PHILLY: Healing using horror is a bit tricky. Getting targeted transformations like we've been doing, like the strength enhancements and the teeth, that's fairly easy stuff- they're common mutations.
PHILLY: Mutations aren't a one time deal either, so to restore the nerves and tissue, you'd have to, well...create a regenerative one.
FLYNT: In short?
PHILLY: If I could pull it off, you'd be able to regenerate any damaged tissue, not just your wings. Sludge, shell, if it got fucked up, you'd be able to heal it faster, and with a way lower chance of scarring.
FLYNT: I'd be like some type of comic book character.
PHILLY: Dove would absolutely freak.
The two of them share a knowing glance, Philly’s smirk matching Flynt’s snickering.
FLYNT: Think she'd be all for it?
PHILLY: Oh my god, are you kidding me?
Philly can’t help but laugh.
PHILLY: If she catches wind of this idea, she'll make me do it- if not to you, then to her!
FLYNT: Think she'd abuse it?
PHILLY: I fear her power as it is, she doesn't need regeneration!
FLYNT: We might end up creating the worst antihero the world's seen.
Philly only laughs harder, Flynt joining in- it’s moments like this that the two of them hold onto, and it’s some time before they’re able to catch their breath and get back to work.
PHILLY: But as for you...would you do it? You can't take this kind of thing back, and it's got a catch or two.
FLYNT: Let me hear the catch.
Philly rubs his temples, thinking over the ramifications.
PHILLY: This kind of mutation would be like...it's the top tier. The highest we can safely go, and unfortunately, at what we know now, we can't just isolate the regen. It'd have to come with another mutation, a big one, and there'd be serious side effects.
The mood of the room changes quickly, Flynt solemn as he lets it sink in.
FLYNT: Not dropping from this project, but I gotta think on that one.
PHILLY: I can probably package it with a mutation of your choice, but there's not much I can do about the stuff that comes with it. It'd have to be a really big change, too.
FLYNT: Can you crunch what can happen down?
Philly speaks with huge hand gestures, doing his best to articulate.
PHILLY: Hunger and issues regulating emotions are the big ones- I can minimize the latter, but the hunger's not going anywhere.
PHILLY: With your current mutations, you're not really affected, but the further you go, the more you'll need to eat.
FLYNT: How much more?
PHILLY: You'd have to snack regularly, maybe squeeze in an extra meal.
FLYNT: Heads would probably kill me over that.
Philly’s face turns excited, hands clasped.
PHILLY: I could cook for you!
His blush returns as soon as he says it, embarrassed at his own outburst.
PHILLY: I mean, if you'd want. They give me plenty of food money to order from up top.
FLYNT: Think I already got something in mind.
Philly’s ears perk up.
PHILLY: Yeah?
Flynt clamps his beak on Philly’s face again, unable to keep himself from blushing this time- it’s a little too close to, well...a kiss, for him not to. Philly makes a puppy whine, his voice muffled.
PHILLY: Nooo! No eating the master scientist!!
Flynt lets go just enough to talk, still staying close.
FLYNT: Your experiments backfired.
PHILLY: Betrayal at the hands of my finest work!
FLYNT: The creation rebels against the creator.
Philly grabs Flynt’s beak with both hands, holding it shut with a devilish expression.
PHILLY: Can I take this sudden chomping fit as a yes?
Flynt wiggles out of his grasp easily, the scientist letting go as soon as he went to talk.
FLYNT: When we got it figured out a bit more, yeah.
PHILLY: And thaaaat…
Philly pokes through his notes and slides over a page of scientific drawings, mostly rough sketches of Flynt, including his build, proportions and current mods. They’re more refined than the ones Flynt got to peek at earlier, but still sketchy around the edges.
PHILLY: Is why I have these! You said you could do doodles, right?
Flynt droops a bit, not confident in the slightest.
FLYNT: Don't see how I'd do much better than you in this bit.
PHILLY: You know what you want better than I would! I mean, I can try to draw based on description here, but you can draw right on top of these. I have copies.
Philly plunks a pen down for him, giving him a reassuring look. Flynt takes it slowly, looking down at the notes.
PHILLY: I can always work on refining the idea, but I want it to be yours.
It’s quiet for a moment as Flynt thinks it over.
FLYNT: Maybe... something that'll help me get around easier. Something tougher.
PHILLY: Tougher's a guarantee, I wouldn't mod you with something that wouldn't last.
FLYNT: I want something better than before.
PHILLY: Well, you said you're not happy with your wings…
Flynt glances down at his wing, unable to stop thinking about the scars underneath his top
FLYNT: They're not in great shape.
Philly starts taking notes, only looking up to check his expression.
PHILLY: So, how would you fix ‘em up?
FLYNT: Make them more practical I guess. Something that can do heavy lifting.
Philly sticks his pen in his mouth for a moment, flipping to check an older page.
PHILLY: Why not arms? Hands'll do you a lot better than those wings if you want to lift shit.
Flynt extends a wing, wiggling it around.
FLYNT: Don't got bones.
PHILLY: Don't need ‘em!
Philly zips up out of his chair and zooms back with a large book in hand, slamming it on the table and opening it to a marked tab.
PHILLY: Let's see......
He flips through pages until he gets to an illustration of a cat-like corvice, complete with fur and large claws.
PHILLY: Tada! Mammal morph corvice! They've got arms just fine, no bones needed!
FLYNT: Don't think I've seen one in this part of the lab.
PHILLY: Nope, they're more common on Fallow's Island! Neat though, huh?
FLYNT: Fallow's island must be wild.
PHILLY: When we've made it big on this research, I'll take us. You, me, Dove.
FLYNT: It nice?
Philly nods.
PHILLY: Pictures and video don't do it justice. Hell, if we can pull this off, we'd be able to travel there pretty often. This kind of research...it'd change the world.
Philly smiles, folding his hands together and leaning on them.
PHILLY: But, if these mods help you out, that's more than enough for me.
FLYNT: Win-win if we do this, then.
PHILLY: As long as you're up for the side effects and piles of tests, I'm confident I can pull it off.
Flynt leans in, solemn.
FLYNT: Can I trust you?
Philly softens, his face both honest and serious.
PHILLY: I'll give this everything I have, and then some.
FLYNT: And we'll make it work?
PHILLY: Through anything.
FLYNT: Then I trust you.
Philly grins wide, trying not to wiggle in excitement.
PHILLY: Sounds like we've got a lot of late nights ahead, huh?
FLYNT: That's not a excuse to stay up until 6.
PHILLY: Flyyyyynt...
FLYNT: I mean it.
PHILLY: Flyyyyynt, it's fiiiine.
FLYNT: Don't need you blowing it during the daytime or getting hurt.
PHILLY: Fiiine...just…
Philly starts gathering his papers up, his hand lingering a bit away from one of Flynt's wings.
PHILLY: A little longer, alright?
FLYNT: Just don't be jittery in the morning. Take care of yourself.
PHILLY: I have to be in top condition to pull this off, right?
Philly smiles and goes to take a drink of his coffee, head slightly tilted in Flynt’s direction.
PHILLY: I promise, I won't go too overboard.
Flynt pushes the mug down a bit, getting a pout out of Philly.
FLYNT: That means control your coffee intake too.
PHILLY: Fine, but don't expect me to go cold turkey! Takes time to wean off of this stuff.
FLYNT: Heh, when do we start then?
PHILLY: If somebody wasn't so insistent we head to bed, I'd say tonight...but tomorrow should be good...
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