#theiym

The man seemed intoxicated but Luther wasn’t going to pass up on free pastries. The incubus mumbled a thank you before reaching out to grab one, moving it closer to his nose for a quick sniff. He then licked the frosting.It was light and sweet with a faint flavor of vanilla and coconut.  These were quite good.. 

            The wind caught the artist’s papers and they went flying. That was never a good thing -- especially when his drawings weren’t the most STABLE. With that in mind, Yuu was desperate to get the pages that had been blown from his bag. His long legs carrying him at a pace that would knock anyone down if he were to bump into someone. “Catch that!” 

Interesting creature. They seemed human, but they very clearly seem to be struggling with such a form. “Hello.” he croons, deciding to go for an English greeting, as opposed to his usual Fae sveiki. 

          “I did,” The cyborg would firmly reply, closing the curtain that separated Alex’s ‘room’ from the rest of his test subjects. He’s only chained one of his friend’s legs to the end of his cot— allowing him much more freedom than the other lab rats. “It wasn’t like it was on purpose, though. She was acting out, so I sedated her to calm her down. How was I supposed to know that it’d react badly with the drug I gave her this morning?” The look on his face shows no sign of remorse or guilt— in fact, he’s making some tea for the two of them as if nothing had happened. He’s really gone off the deep end.

          “Her testing wasn’t going well, anyway, so it’s no real loss. These subjects are a dime a dozen— I’ll find somebody to replace her soon enough.” Lazare would pour the tea into two mugs, nimble hands sneaking a suspicious liquid into his friend’s cup. He has to keep him cooperative somehow, right? A little bit of a sedative won’t do much other than keep him nice and drowsy. A hand would extend outward to offer him the mug, a delicate smile present on his features. “—Ah, but I’d never be able to replace you, Alex! I’ll keep you safe here with me forever. Come on now, drink up.” 

Lazare honestly scared him sometimes... And this only reminded Alex just why he feared the cyborg. He killed someone, and it was just oh so obvious that he felt nothing over her death. It was terrifying, that someone who acted so gentle, could be so remorseless. So dismissive of another life... "W...Will you at least take her body somewhere it could be found...?" Alex asked, his fingers gripping lightly at the edge of his cot.  "To give her family some closure? I think I heard her talking about a husband and children..."

He could remember when the other wasn't like this. Vaguely. That was probably the only thing saving Alex's life; He and Lazare were friends, after all. As unhealthy as it was now, the cyborg still took relatively good care of him. And...he supposed he was grateful for that.

The male couldn't help but smile slightly at the offered mug, taking it with a nod. "Thanks, Laz..." He took a small sip, unaware of the sedatives. Or probably just didn't mind them anymore, if he did know.

            “Hhn— I’m tryi— trying.”

      That’s something easier said than done. Not only are his robotics nearly unresponsive due to their damage, but deep wounds cover what little is left of Lazare’s real body. The pain he’s in right now is excruciating— and the only thing that’s distracting him from it is a certain blue-haired mechanic. If the cyborg stops concentrating on him for even a moment, he wouldn’t be surprised if he passed out due to the overwhelming pain. Pale pink eyes that had been clenched shut would open slightly, trying his hardest to shift his attentions entirely on Alex. If this guy is helping him, he’ll definitely be okay. There’s nothing for Lazare to worry about.

            “…Keep talking. It doesn’t matter wh-what you say, just… speak. It’ll help me concentrate.”

Finding Lazare in the condition he was in... Alex would be a liar if he said he wasn't even a little upset by it. Why would someone do this to him? He hadn't a clue. And it probably didn't matter much any, considering the circumstances. Right at the moment, the mechanic was more focused on trying to help the cyborg. To fix both his robotics, and patch up the deep gashes in his skin, nodding slightly when he was told to keep talking. If it could help Lazare...

"R...Right..." What should he talk about? Anything would work... Hopefully. "Uhm... Have you heard about the new movie that's out?" he asked after a moment, scrambling to think of something while fingers tried to steady themselves over the other's body. "It's supposed to be really cute. About a...ah... Actually, I think it's based off of a book. About a girl falls in love with a boy, who loves her back. Except she has trouble accepting it, since she's really sick." Alex gave Lazare a slight smile, trying to reassure him and keep him distracted from the pain.

Oh! Another person she could talk to.  Maybe if she approached things differently this time it would work out better.  "Hello?" She called. "Can I ask you a question?" 

[ demy giggling in the distance ]