He hadnât gotten a wink of sleep in the past...twenty four, maybe thirty, hours? Leo had lost track of the time long ago. Too invested in his work. And pushed to meet a certain deadline by the IMPATIENTÂ doctor himself. A sigh leaving his mouth as he wrote a few more jumbled notes upon his paper. The words starting to look like mashed up sentences and ravings of a man longing for sleep.
Heâd get it...eventually. But not right now. Watching as the surrounding plants reacted differently to certain tests. WAITINGÂ to see if one would produce the results he needed.
âAre you going to continue to hide in the shadows and GAWK? Or are you going to say something?â
Leoâs eyes gazed toward a corner of the room. Just faintly able to make out the beast that was resting in the corner. He wasnât sure of when Infinite had entered - frankly he didnât care. More concerned over whether or not the blasted mutt wanted something or was just there to be a bother.