#u4989

We Don't Do That Here

The processing power seemed to have partially restored to the lymphocyte because he loudly snarled in continuation. "…AND HE'S NOT MY BEST FRIEND ANYWAYS!" The laugh the neutrophil gave was closer to breathing than anything else. His voice box hadn't been cooperating at that moment. His partner would still take it as a laugh, so he didn't mind. "Can we get back to the part where you tell me why rubbing nuclei makes you uncomfortable?" "I'm not a big intimacy dude." Killer T had a look of absolute disgust that accompanied his words. Beneath it, there was something defensive. "You big spoon me and carry me around even when I'm capable of walking," U-4989 deadpanned, "I think you're in denial again." The cytotoxic T cell scowled, brows jutted down even more as the curl of his lips opened. It was the same look that he would give someone right before he would start to bark. Which was a hilarious mental comparison to the neutrophil because he didn't really strike him as the dog type. More of a lion. He'd look cute dressed up as a lion. Too bad cells don't have souls. We could be reborn as— "Why would you care if I'm in denial or not?" Translation: I want you to care and ask questions. Dumbass. "Are all T cells so hot and cold, or do you just thrive on the extremes like some leukocytes?"