"He can do what?" What the fuck was up with this world? Well, people could evidently electrocute others whenever they damn well felt like it so other people turning into scythes wasn't so far fetched. Other than, you know, the fact that it was. He set the beaker down on the table again. "You've cut him open, right? Is there any difference in his anatomy because he can do that?" Not that Birkin would really know the answer in the morning, but he still had to ask.
Birkin smirked slightly, drawing his legs up onto the couch. "The couch? Stein, I'm hurt!" The scientist gasped in mock-offense. "I might try to get promoted to an actual bed by flirting with you again if you're not careful." He reached over and grabbed the beaker, taking another drink while raising an eyebrow in Stein's direction. In truth, he really didn't mind sleeping on the couch, he just knew his back would be very angry with him in the morning if he did.
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Date: 2009-06-24 01:48 am (UTC)Birkin smirked slightly, drawing his legs up onto the couch. "The couch? Stein, I'm hurt!" The scientist gasped in mock-offense. "I might try to get promoted to an actual bed by flirting with you again if you're not careful." He reached over and grabbed the beaker, taking another drink while raising an eyebrow in Stein's direction. In truth, he really didn't mind sleeping on the couch, he just knew his back would be very angry with him in the morning if he did.