Do that and change your last name to Cars

Parker? I hardly know ‘er.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

He grinned, offering a hand to the stranger. “Leap-Frog. That’s my code name, anyways.

I wouldn’t turn down the discount though.”

“I am listening.” Neuron activated.

Vets when I bring in stray cats

“My culture is not your costume.

But no, I would not. I want to get a backpack shaped like a frog. It’s be very helpful.

No pockets in the suit.”

“Excuse you. Frog-Man was my father.

Please, call me Frog-Man Jr.”

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Valentine’s is his favorite? That’s a doubly sad holiday to spend alone then.

The candy bar that bad?

@cienn.sunder.my When she’d get off work, there would be a vase of pale purple orchids, a pack of Twix sitting beside it. A note read, ‘Meet me at Château Noire. On Main and 6th. 6:00 PM.”

“What’s a TAR-DES?”

+ Nettle always and still did find all life important, something to be protected. Animals, as a duty. People, because people could change. He had to believe that.

+ to the funguses that are driving their populations down, making rats have cancer resistant cells, making people have a better quality of life… I dunno. Kinda feels like it falls in line with everything else, you know? Is that dumb?” If she read his thoughts, he was being honest. +

“I’ve wanted to be a biologist for as long as I could remember. So, I guess it’s some of that seeping through… and you’re probably not wrong. It wasn’t ever intentionally for that reason.

But loving living things, you start to wonder how you could make life better for them.

Making bats resistant+

+ rube-goldberg-machine way of looking at it.

“If he’s out there, he can wait for us to finish our study session, yeah?”

That—. That wasn’t the question he had been expecting. He should have, knowing Hannah and what she can do.

“I… Let’s circle back to that, yeah?” Nettle wasn’t sure what he wanted. Coda needed found but it should be Nettle to look for him. It was his failure as a friend that caused this, in a +

+ but with the world how it was… seemed like there were so many fires to put out and he was in a drought.

“So, any questions so far?”

+ human bioengineering!” He’d do a quick overview of the topics and their relation to bioengineering as a whole. As he spoke, he found his thoughts drifting to Coda.

His friend was still out there, mutated and monstrous… and alone. Nettle knew he needed to make extra effort to bring him home, +

“Heh, I—. Still my fiancé,” he pointed out, shifting uncomfortably at the Cienn-bashing.

“Anyways, let’s dive in! Bioengineering itself is comprised of multiple disciplines of science. You’ve got to understand biology, medicine, chemistry… the list goes on. So, let’s start basic and work towards +

+ carpet surrounding them.

“Sorry, off topic. Remind me, but why the interest in bioengineering? I’m more than happy to give you what I know, but just want to make sure I’m focusing on the stuff you’re actually interested in.”

“Hey, getting ready for the baby and the wedding has been more than enough to keep me occupied.” He let out a long sigh, nodding to himself in encouragement.

“And how do you prepare when you have no idea how to plan? You know?” He took a seat at a table in a back room, the smell of dusty and old +

//: that’s wild

“Wait until you find out about the Evil Doctor.”

+ would rush in behind her. “Jesus, fuck this cold.”

It wouldn’t be long before she detected him, cursing to himself as he held his bag of books close to his chest, lips and cheeks aching from the cold.

“Hey, Hannah!” Nettle offered curtly alongside a nod, moving past her and towards the door. “Cold. Cold. Cold.”

He’d hold it open for her but +

“It’s hard to feel lucky when a dude just crashed through my roof but I guess this is best case scenario for after that happens.”

Rubbing his forehead, he looked down at the rubble. “I’ll go get the broom.”