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It all falls out and she is her beautiful wrinkly self when the curse is broken.

Donovan's ears perk up, moving maybe a tiny bit more than human ears should be able to move. Resisting the urge to whip around to see who's walked in, he instead slowly and calmly turns around to see Mac there. He very carefully and politely positions himself between them and the apparatus. "Well hey there, Mac! Good to see you. What can I do you for today?"

His voice sounds as purple as ever, though their skin bears some fresher scars from a recent episode of… whatever it is that happens to her.

"Of course! I'd be happy to show you how this works. Were you curious about anything in particular?"

‖ː‖`well, i've figured it might be cool to finally get my genomes figured out, so that works as a thing to do first`‖ː‖

"That's very interesting," He smiles, pulling out a syringe and a vial, both kept in sterile packaging. "I'd be more than happy to help you figure that out. Can I have your permission to... Wait, hang on. How old are you? I need to know if I need to get Merlyn's permission for any procedures. Nothing invasive, just a small blood draw, but union guidelines are pretty strict about anything involving minors, and I think it's a pretty reasonable rule."

‖ː‖`i'd be, what, twenty or twenty-one now? some-where-between those two numbers, at least. o, 'n' yeah, i trust you, so you can do what-ever lmao`‖ː‖

"...Huh. Uh. Alright. Should have expected that..." Donovan mutters, putting the needle in a sharps bin and looking for something with a bit more oomph. "So Mac, tell me, what do they usually have to use when you get blood drawn? Do you know what gauge needle they use?"

‖ː‖`a good slice basically any-where gets things flowing well enough to produce analysable volumes`!!‖ː‖

He removes the needly deftly, quickly covering the hole with a small wad of cotton and a bandage, before transferring the blood into a syringe. "There, all done. I'll get this analyzed. You wanna watch it in the centrifuge?" Donovan grins, clearly more eager than anyone should be about the prospect of making a vial of blood spin very, very fast.

"This might take a while, so while we wait I can show you some of the stuff I'm working on, if you want? I've almost managed to make my Wagyu mint work!"

In the meantime, she waits for an opportune moment while Donovan is looking elsewhere and, with all the stealth and grace of an apex ambush predator, the makeshift scrap metal knife disappears back into Mac's pocket.

Donovan walks over to a small potted mint plant that inexplicably smells like hamburger meat. "Still trying to get the marbling right, so this is only B-grade, but it's promising! Go ahead and try a leaf!"

He scurries over, closely inspecting every plant, but not touching any. It almost seems like they're listening to them. When offered a leaf, she takes it very gently and carefully, like Donovan would handle a precious sample of a fragile material, trying to ensure that she doesn't accidentally break anything. They then proceed to rapidly wolf down the leaf, all of the previous care vanishing the instant that there was nothing more to break.

"So, what do you think?" Donovan asks, a notepad in his hand.

Donovan holds up the vial, letting Mac get a good look. "You ever seen your blood separated like that before?"

‖ː‖`o, that's just the pigment cells, the different molecular composition means they have different densities! 'n' i haven't seen it separated in a vial before, only ever when it's dried on some surface! thought that's pro'ly 'cause they didn't need to separate it back home for analyses lmao`‖ː‖

"At any rate, I'm going to get to analyzing this! Thank you so much for volunteering your blood, it's surprisingly hard to get people to give me their blood. They always ask why I want it, and then I have to try and explain the gene-homunculi and that turns people off for some reason! Anyway, if you need anything, I owe you one, alright Mac?"

Donovan's ears perk up, moving maybe a tiny bit more than human ears should be able to move. Resisting the urge to whip around to see who's walked in, he instead slowly and calmly turns around to see Mac there. He very carefully and politely positions himself between them and the apparatus. "Well hey there, Mac! Good to see you. What can I do you for today?"

His voice sounds as purple as ever, though their skin bears some fresher scars from a recent episode of… whatever it is that happens to her.

"Of course! I'd be happy to show you how this works. Were you curious about anything in particular?"

‖ː‖`well, i've figured it might be cool to finally get my genomes figured out, so that works as a thing to do first`‖ː‖

"That's very interesting," He smiles, pulling out a syringe and a vial, both kept in sterile packaging. "I'd be more than happy to help you figure that out. Can I have your permission to... Wait, hang on. How old are you? I need to know if I need to get Merlyn's permission for any procedures. Nothing invasive, just a small blood draw, but union guidelines are pretty strict about anything involving minors, and I think it's a pretty reasonable rule."

‖ː‖`i'd be, what, twenty or twenty-one now? some-where-between those two numbers, at least. o, 'n' yeah, i trust you, so you can do what-ever lmao`‖ː‖

"...Huh. Uh. Alright. Should have expected that..." Donovan mutters, putting the needle in a sharps bin and looking for something with a bit more oomph. "So Mac, tell me, what do they usually have to use when you get blood drawn? Do you know what gauge needle they use?"

‖ː‖`a good slice basically any-where gets things flowing well enough to produce analysable volumes`!!‖ː‖

He removes the needly deftly, quickly covering the hole with a small wad of cotton and a bandage, before transferring the blood into a syringe. "There, all done. I'll get this analyzed. You wanna watch it in the centrifuge?" Donovan grins, clearly more eager than anyone should be about the prospect of making a vial of blood spin very, very fast.

"This might take a while, so while we wait I can show you some of the stuff I'm working on, if you want? I've almost managed to make my Wagyu mint work!"

In the meantime, she waits for an opportune moment while Donovan is looking elsewhere and, with all the stealth and grace of an apex ambush predator, the makeshift scrap metal knife disappears back into Mac's pocket.

Donovan walks over to a small potted mint plant that inexplicably smells like hamburger meat. "Still trying to get the marbling right, so this is only B-grade, but it's promising! Go ahead and try a leaf!"

He scurries over, closely inspecting every plant, but not touching any. It almost seems like they're listening to them. When offered a leaf, she takes it very gently and carefully, like Donovan would handle a precious sample of a fragile material, trying to ensure that she doesn't accidentally break anything. They then proceed to rapidly wolf down the leaf, all of the previous care vanishing the instant that there was nothing more to break.

"So, what do you think?" Donovan asks, a notepad in his hand.

Donovan holds up the vial, letting Mac get a good look. "You ever seen your blood separated like that before?"

Donovan's ears perk up, moving maybe a tiny bit more than human ears should be able to move. Resisting the urge to whip around to see who's walked in, he instead slowly and calmly turns around to see Mac there. He very carefully and politely positions himself between them and the apparatus. "Well hey there, Mac! Good to see you. What can I do you for today?"

His voice sounds as purple as ever, though their skin bears some fresher scars from a recent episode of… whatever it is that happens to her.

"Of course! I'd be happy to show you how this works. Were you curious about anything in particular?"

‖ː‖`well, i've figured it might be cool to finally get my genomes figured out, so that works as a thing to do first`‖ː‖

"That's very interesting," He smiles, pulling out a syringe and a vial, both kept in sterile packaging. "I'd be more than happy to help you figure that out. Can I have your permission to... Wait, hang on. How old are you? I need to know if I need to get Merlyn's permission for any procedures. Nothing invasive, just a small blood draw, but union guidelines are pretty strict about anything involving minors, and I think it's a pretty reasonable rule."

‖ː‖`i'd be, what, twenty or twenty-one now? some-where-between those two numbers, at least. o, 'n' yeah, i trust you, so you can do what-ever lmao`‖ː‖

"...Huh. Uh. Alright. Should have expected that..." Donovan mutters, putting the needle in a sharps bin and looking for something with a bit more oomph. "So Mac, tell me, what do they usually have to use when you get blood drawn? Do you know what gauge needle they use?"

‖ː‖`a good slice basically any-where gets things flowing well enough to produce analysable volumes`!!‖ː‖

He removes the needly deftly, quickly covering the hole with a small wad of cotton and a bandage, before transferring the blood into a syringe. "There, all done. I'll get this analyzed. You wanna watch it in the centrifuge?" Donovan grins, clearly more eager than anyone should be about the prospect of making a vial of blood spin very, very fast.

"This might take a while, so while we wait I can show you some of the stuff I'm working on, if you want? I've almost managed to make my Wagyu mint work!"

In the meantime, she waits for an opportune moment while Donovan is looking elsewhere and, with all the stealth and grace of an apex ambush predator, the makeshift scrap metal knife disappears back into Mac's pocket.

Donovan walks over to a small potted mint plant that inexplicably smells like hamburger meat. "Still trying to get the marbling right, so this is only B-grade, but it's promising! Go ahead and try a leaf!"

He scurries over, closely inspecting every plant, but not touching any. It almost seems like they're listening to them. When offered a leaf, she takes it very gently and carefully, like Donovan would handle a precious sample of a fragile material, trying to ensure that she doesn't accidentally break anything. They then proceed to rapidly wolf down the leaf, all of the previous care vanishing the instant that there was nothing more to break.

"So, what do you think?" Donovan asks, a notepad in his hand.

Donovan's ears perk up, moving maybe a tiny bit more than human ears should be able to move. Resisting the urge to whip around to see who's walked in, he instead slowly and calmly turns around to see Mac there. He very carefully and politely positions himself between them and the apparatus. "Well hey there, Mac! Good to see you. What can I do you for today?"

His voice sounds as purple as ever, though their skin bears some fresher scars from a recent episode of… whatever it is that happens to her.

"Of course! I'd be happy to show you how this works. Were you curious about anything in particular?"

‖ː‖`well, i've figured it might be cool to finally get my genomes figured out, so that works as a thing to do first`‖ː‖

"That's very interesting," He smiles, pulling out a syringe and a vial, both kept in sterile packaging. "I'd be more than happy to help you figure that out. Can I have your permission to... Wait, hang on. How old are you? I need to know if I need to get Merlyn's permission for any procedures. Nothing invasive, just a small blood draw, but union guidelines are pretty strict about anything involving minors, and I think it's a pretty reasonable rule."

‖ː‖`i'd be, what, twenty or twenty-one now? some-where-between those two numbers, at least. o, 'n' yeah, i trust you, so you can do what-ever lmao`‖ː‖

"...Huh. Uh. Alright. Should have expected that..." Donovan mutters, putting the needle in a sharps bin and looking for something with a bit more oomph. "So Mac, tell me, what do they usually have to use when you get blood drawn? Do you know what gauge needle they use?"

‖ː‖`a good slice basically any-where gets things flowing well enough to produce analysable volumes`!!‖ː‖

He removes the needly deftly, quickly covering the hole with a small wad of cotton and a bandage, before transferring the blood into a syringe. "There, all done. I'll get this analyzed. You wanna watch it in the centrifuge?" Donovan grins, clearly more eager than anyone should be about the prospect of making a vial of blood spin very, very fast.

"This might take a while, so while we wait I can show you some of the stuff I'm working on, if you want? I've almost managed to make my Wagyu mint work!"

In the meantime, she waits for an opportune moment while Donovan is looking elsewhere and, with all the stealth and grace of an apex ambush predator, the makeshift scrap metal knife disappears back into Mac's pocket.

Donovan walks over to a small potted mint plant that inexplicably smells like hamburger meat. "Still trying to get the marbling right, so this is only B-grade, but it's promising! Go ahead and try a leaf!"

Donovan's ears perk up, moving maybe a tiny bit more than human ears should be able to move. Resisting the urge to whip around to see who's walked in, he instead slowly and calmly turns around to see Mac there. He very carefully and politely positions himself between them and the apparatus. "Well hey there, Mac! Good to see you. What can I do you for today?"

His voice sounds as purple as ever, though their skin bears some fresher scars from a recent episode of… whatever it is that happens to her.

"Of course! I'd be happy to show you how this works. Were you curious about anything in particular?"

‖ː‖`well, i've figured it might be cool to finally get my genomes figured out, so that works as a thing to do first`‖ː‖

"That's very interesting," He smiles, pulling out a syringe and a vial, both kept in sterile packaging. "I'd be more than happy to help you figure that out. Can I have your permission to... Wait, hang on. How old are you? I need to know if I need to get Merlyn's permission for any procedures. Nothing invasive, just a small blood draw, but union guidelines are pretty strict about anything involving minors, and I think it's a pretty reasonable rule."

‖ː‖`i'd be, what, twenty or twenty-one now? some-where-between those two numbers, at least. o, 'n' yeah, i trust you, so you can do what-ever lmao`‖ː‖

"...Huh. Uh. Alright. Should have expected that..." Donovan mutters, putting the needle in a sharps bin and looking for something with a bit more oomph. "So Mac, tell me, what do they usually have to use when you get blood drawn? Do you know what gauge needle they use?"

‖ː‖`a good slice basically any-where gets things flowing well enough to produce analysable volumes`!!‖ː‖

He removes the needly deftly, quickly covering the hole with a small wad of cotton and a bandage, before transferring the blood into a syringe. "There, all done. I'll get this analyzed. You wanna watch it in the centrifuge?" Donovan grins, clearly more eager than anyone should be about the prospect of making a vial of blood spin very, very fast.

"This might take a while, so while we wait I can show you some of the stuff I'm working on, if you want? I've almost managed to make my Wagyu mint work!"

Donovan's ears perk up, moving maybe a tiny bit more than human ears should be able to move. Resisting the urge to whip around to see who's walked in, he instead slowly and calmly turns around to see Mac there. He very carefully and politely positions himself between them and the apparatus. "Well hey there, Mac! Good to see you. What can I do you for today?"

His voice sounds as purple as ever, though their skin bears some fresher scars from a recent episode of… whatever it is that happens to her.

"Of course! I'd be happy to show you how this works. Were you curious about anything in particular?"

‖ː‖`well, i've figured it might be cool to finally get my genomes figured out, so that works as a thing to do first`‖ː‖

"That's very interesting," He smiles, pulling out a syringe and a vial, both kept in sterile packaging. "I'd be more than happy to help you figure that out. Can I have your permission to... Wait, hang on. How old are you? I need to know if I need to get Merlyn's permission for any procedures. Nothing invasive, just a small blood draw, but union guidelines are pretty strict about anything involving minors, and I think it's a pretty reasonable rule."

‖ː‖`i'd be, what, twenty or twenty-one now? some-where-between those two numbers, at least. o, 'n' yeah, i trust you, so you can do what-ever lmao`‖ː‖

"...Huh. Uh. Alright. Should have expected that..." Donovan mutters, putting the needle in a sharps bin and looking for something with a bit more oomph. "So Mac, tell me, what do they usually have to use when you get blood drawn? Do you know what gauge needle they use?"

‖ː‖`a good slice basically any-where gets things flowing well enough to produce analysable volumes`!!‖ː‖

He removes the needly deftly, quickly covering the hole with a small wad of cotton and a bandage, before transferring the blood into a syringe. "There, all done. I'll get this analyzed. You wanna watch it in the centrifuge?" Donovan grins, clearly more eager than anyone should be about the prospect of making a vial of blood spin very, very fast.

Donovan's ears perk up, moving maybe a tiny bit more than human ears should be able to move. Resisting the urge to whip around to see who's walked in, he instead slowly and calmly turns around to see Mac there. He very carefully and politely positions himself between them and the apparatus. "Well hey there, Mac! Good to see you. What can I do you for today?"

His voice sounds as purple as ever, though their skin bears some fresher scars from a recent episode of… whatever it is that happens to her.

"Of course! I'd be happy to show you how this works. Were you curious about anything in particular?"

‖ː‖`well, i've figured it might be cool to finally get my genomes figured out, so that works as a thing to do first`‖ː‖

"That's very interesting," He smiles, pulling out a syringe and a vial, both kept in sterile packaging. "I'd be more than happy to help you figure that out. Can I have your permission to... Wait, hang on. How old are you? I need to know if I need to get Merlyn's permission for any procedures. Nothing invasive, just a small blood draw, but union guidelines are pretty strict about anything involving minors, and I think it's a pretty reasonable rule."

‖ː‖`i'd be, what, twenty or twenty-one now? some-where-between those two numbers, at least. o, 'n' yeah, i trust you, so you can do what-ever lmao`‖ː‖

"...Huh. Uh. Alright. Should have expected that..." Donovan mutters, putting the needle in a sharps bin and looking for something with a bit more oomph. "So Mac, tell me, what do they usually have to use when you get blood drawn? Do you know what gauge needle they use?"

Donovan's ears perk up, moving maybe a tiny bit more than human ears should be able to move. Resisting the urge to whip around to see who's walked in, he instead slowly and calmly turns around to see Mac there. He very carefully and politely positions himself between them and the apparatus. "Well hey there, Mac! Good to see you. What can I do you for today?"

His voice sounds as purple as ever, though their skin bears some fresher scars from a recent episode of… whatever it is that happens to her.

"Of course! I'd be happy to show you how this works. Were you curious about anything in particular?"

‖ː‖`well, i've figured it might be cool to finally get my genomes figured out, so that works as a thing to do first`‖ː‖

"That's very interesting," He smiles, pulling out a syringe and a vial, both kept in sterile packaging. "I'd be more than happy to help you figure that out. Can I have your permission to... Wait, hang on. How old are you? I need to know if I need to get Merlyn's permission for any procedures. Nothing invasive, just a small blood draw, but union guidelines are pretty strict about anything involving minors, and I think it's a pretty reasonable rule."

Donovan's ears perk up, moving maybe a tiny bit more than human ears should be able to move. Resisting the urge to whip around to see who's walked in, he instead slowly and calmly turns around to see Mac there. He very carefully and politely positions himself between them and the apparatus. "Well hey there, Mac! Good to see you. What can I do you for today?"

His voice sounds as purple as ever, though their skin bears some fresher scars from a recent episode of… whatever it is that happens to her.

"Of course! I'd be happy to show you how this works. Were you curious about anything in particular?"

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