[ Fabius might be excused for assuming Lucius isn't listening—and, honestly, perhaps he isn't. As he implores Lucius to report any effects unaccounted for, Lucius tips just enough of the dust from the beaker for its rose color to stand out against the medical slab below, and at first, the only response those words receive is the huff of Lucius drawing that dust in.
As is typically the case, the first prickle of its effects hit nearly immediately—though, given Lucius' excitement, it's a bit diffcult to tell just how much of his good mood is chemically-induced. ]
That we do. [ His tongue runs across his lips, for a moment, as if savoring the taste of something that isn't there. ] But I have to say, your timing is good. A test is always better with more subjects — even I know that!
[ As ever, he laughs at his own joke, demon's tail behind him swishing merrily back and forth. ]
cw: drug use
As is typically the case, the first prickle of its effects hit nearly immediately—though, given Lucius' excitement, it's a bit diffcult to tell just how much of his good mood is chemically-induced. ]
That we do. [ His tongue runs across his lips, for a moment, as if savoring the taste of something that isn't there. ] But I have to say, your timing is good. A test is always better with more subjects — even I know that!
[ As ever, he laughs at his own joke, demon's tail behind him swishing merrily back and forth. ]