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MUSE: Dr. N. Gin FC: N. Gin OCCUPATION: Engineer and Cortex’s assistant AGE: Unknown- adult SEXUALITY:  n/a PRONOUNS:  He/him

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship  

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily  

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have/had at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

Fection watched as N. Gin’s headache got worse, her own concerned frown growing as it did. She didn’t want him to hurt himself, but after weighing her options, decided it would be best to tell him now.

“….Alright. Under any other circumstances I would have made you take your break before speaking to me, as most of these matters are not as important as your health. But considering this matter is your health….I will give it a pass. Please quickly follow me to my office.”

As they walked over to N. Fection’s office, the doctor would occasionally look behind her to make sure N. Gin was keeping up or wasn’t in any increasing pain. When they arrived, Fection took a seat at her desk and opened her journal to a certain page.

“Ever since I learned of your migraines, N. Gin, I started a secret research project. This project was to….well….” She held up the journal page to him, revealing it was a sketch of him with lots of notes drawn around it, most detailing the circumstances surrounding N. Gin’s migraines, and the next page detailing about the procedure for reducing them.

“…..quite frankly, I was looking for a way to greatly dull the pain of your migraines, if not get rid of them entirely. And I believe I have found that way. But….it is a bit risky, seeing as I am only somewhat familiar with the machinery attached to you. Is this procedure something you would consider going through?” Fection handed him the journal, waiting with a slightly baited breath for his answer.

The doctor took the journal from her and looked it all over, thinking it through. As much as he wanted the migraines to stop, he’d also grown used to them. He also did trust Fection, but any risk at all still worried him. N. Gin realized she was just being honest with him, though, and he was glad for that.

After a while, N. Gin gave a small shrug, handing the journal back up to her. “I...don’t know, doctor. Perhaps...eventually? I may need more time to think this through...” He looked down slightly. “I just don’t particularly...feel like taking risks. Not right now, at least...”

He then looked back up at her. “But, thank you...I don’t know if this is coming across the way I mean for it to. I...just can’t thank you enough for even thinking about wanting to help me...” N. Gin really didn’t know how to express his gratitude, he could only hope she realized how grateful he was. He figured she probably could, but still, he wasn’t completely sure.

“Hmm…?” N. Fection looked up from what she was doing, which was writing in her journal. The doctor saw her assistant in what looked liked quite a bit of pain, and her usually creepy smile softened a bit. Just a little. “Of course you may take a break, N. Gin. You do not even need to ask.” She responded, bending down and giving him a small pat on the shoulder.

“I know that you wish to keep working, but how well can you expect to work if you are exhausted and in pain? It just is not logical to push yourself. Take as long as you need, my friend.”

In truth, N. Fection had no idea why she was so soft on him. Usually if someone working for her asked for a break, she would at least give them a set time limit. Maybe it was because she understood where he was coming from, having experienced migraines for the first few months after taking her failed immortality serum.

Fection stood back up, taking a long look in her journal and thinking hard. After a moment, she spoke once again. “And N. Gin, when you are done with your break…..I would like you to meet me in my office. I have something important to discuss with you.”

Normally, the doctor would’ve tensed up at least a little when someone touched him, but he was completely calm when she patted him on the shoulder. N. Gin was just so glad he’d managed to get to work with her- he felt that she actually understood him. He gave a nod, but he stayed and watched Fection in case she needed him further.

His migraine was awful- it was like a stabbing pain right where the rocket was lodged in his head, and it was starting to shoot across to the other side of his head as well. But when the other doctor mentioned meeting her in her office, he suddenly perked up, looking up at her. “We could discuss it now, Doctor!”

“Doctor...?” N. Gin approached the taller doctor, looking up at her. He had a hand on the side of his head, right by the missile. “If it’s...alright with you, I believe I may need a bit of a break. Just until the headaches aren’t so bad, then I’ll get right back to helping!”

Truth be told, he didn’t even want to stop helping at all. Not for one moment. But he realized that he probably shouldn’t push himself too hard, and since she was nothing like Cortex- thank goodness- she’d understand.

“I promise, this shouldn’t take too long...”