#a cryptid

Bear in mind I've been in her class barely 2 months at this point, and also that these are all rough translations

"If you wake up in the morning, look at yourself in the mirror and see that your reflection is upside down, go back go bed."

"I've been doing a lot of digging in my backyard because... yeah"

"Now there is a difference between two cups of coffee a day and two snorts of cocaine a day"

"It isn't socially acceptable to eat like a mushroom"

"Humans - which I assume all of you are -have 46 chromosomes"

Angela let out a slow, even breath as she glanced over Amélie’s chart one last time. She was tense. That much, Amélie could tell.

“Isn’t there a gown or something I’m supposed to be putting on?” Amélie asked from the examination table she was currently sitting on the edge of.

Angela gestured towards a nearby cabinet and Al took her direction without her needing to verbalize it. They’d gotten quite good at working together over the past few days, and soon enough - he was making his way over to Amélie with both a gown and a blanket that had been tucked away for her.

Angela hadn’t expected Amélie to stand up and begin stripping, so when she turned around to say something - her words were lost in her own thoughts for a moment at the sight of Amélie’s bare back and the rather shockingly large tattoo that spanned its entirety.