"What—rrrrr—Jaye's chill with everything, he doesn't count!" An originium-crusted tail flicks in irritation, with Roark running his hands down his face. The bear in question simply shrugs, having stuck around for a few minutes in the presence of two acquaintances in the Rhodes' shared medical offices. It's a lot less unsettling than Aak's lab, the dreaded destination when specific care and diagnosing was required, but still. A white lab coat didn't do much to ease the reflexive panic with how much the damn cat kept asking to test his newest juice on him! He's not going to forget about the last time he agreed and then blacked out for a few hours!

"I mean, Aak's been my check up guy since he's been here, he's not so bad," Jaye muses, a bandaged finger pressing on his bottom lip in thought. "Hung's had 'im for longer and he doesn't complain. You're overreacting, Roark."

"You are not helping my case—"

Okay, fine, fine. Maybe he is overreacting, but at this point, even the least smelliest durian is associated with those damned stim packs of his! He'd overlook them for the actual prowess Aak has if it wasn't for the volunteering surprises!! He still has no idea how Hung survives any of it, much less prefers him as his physician here!! But then again, with Gav as his main physician, the teapot may simply be calling the kettle black. She's also known for striking fear into even the most toughest operators.

"It's 'cause your pills and shots usually come with some whacky side effects because you needed someone to test them out," he huffs, rolling up his sleeve anyway for what he assumed is supposed to be just a flu shot. Allegedly. "At least if I take a hit, I see it coming..."

Oh no. He knows that voice perhaps a little too well, the owner of it some five-foot-something punishment from Gavial personally. He usually would see Aak after the most reckless of injury, and perhaps, it was easier to settle his nerves when he was simply living through the stupor in order to handle whatever he did to trigger his oripathy.

The hairs on his neck can't stand up quickly enough before Aak is in his field of vision, grinning and staring up with the single visible eye, gleaming with intent. "I—Where'd you hear that from—" he sputters, the large tail of his swishing in sheer fear of what he needs him for.

Hell no, he's home brewing?! "Are you even old enough to be distilling alcohol—what about your uncle—" Lee, he refers to, quite literally the only other operator in their circle that could possibly hold his alcohol. "Hey, hey, I didn't consent—" The specialist has quite the hold on his sleeve despite being so small. This is terrible, actually. But. He's not about to throw his own father under the bus just to evade this feline for one day.

@pharmacidal​  Aether may be granted the honor of being gifted a freshly hunted bird by the cat too. As a treat.

“...uh.” 

On one hand... this was um, sweet? For reasons unknown to the traveler, the other appeared to have taken a liking to him in some capacity so presents and little ‘gifts’ that ranged from actual weapons that dealt some pretty catastrophic damage to stuff one might expect from a cat. The choice today was pretty obvious, Aether still speechless as he held the bird in a hand. 

@pharmacidal​  

“I want you to take this, and next time you're in a pinch just toss it at whoever you're up against." For all intent and purposes, the thing he's putting in Aether's hand with that sly, toothy grin of his looks like any average smoke bomb... of sorts. Or at least similar enough to one to pass as that. "And after you use it tell me what happens, aight? Just gotta make sure of a few things. Oh- and try to keep your distance when you do use it. Just in case." And Aak's sounding a bit too cheerful saying that, grin wider and tail flicking, patting Aether's hand without another word.

At the end of the day, Aether didn’t really think that Aak was necessarily a bad person - for the other, the ends simply justified the means... in the most pure sense of the phrase. This was a little hard to wrap his head around at first, the traveler taking in the wide toothed grin in stride the best he could when Aak was handing him what was essentially a bomb in such a casual manner. It looked different in design from anything that any treasure hoarder or Fatui agent had thrown down on the ground and he had a feeling that whatever it was, it would be far more potent than anything from those sources.

“...right, uh thanks?” All things considered, there would always be adversary during his travels and the old adage that Zhongli had said when it came to a journey - prior preparation prevents poor performance - meant that he would (carefully) place the bombs into his inventory. 

"I dunno.” She said, eyebrows furrowing for a moment as she stepped back, hands on her hips.

“Do you happen to be an experimentation of sorts because most animals I know don’t speak? She asked, “Then again.... there was that Heimerdinger guy.” Pausing for a moment, she gasped.

             “if it were me I would have slipped something into that dosage you just gave out- for their little attitude problem.” The Doctor frowned, leaning on the counter and toying with his pen.

    “But that’s just me, I would hate to get a visit from miss Yanfei about Pharmaceutical misconduct.” A laugh and he waved a hand to dismiss the thought.

Give Eivor a bird day ( I GUESS ) -Always Accepting!! @pharmacidal