I could only ever hope for such a fortuitous result. [Fabius snarls back as he returns to Lucius' side. Luckily then, that the effects of the drug seems to have finally caught up. It seems the both of them are still having to get used to these pathetically slow bodies. With the sight though, Fabius sets aside the jar of saline for now, and instead rounds on his brother.
Lucius holds that beaker up in the air, and like an admonishing parent taking something bad away from their child, he yanks the glass from Lucius' claws. It's set aside, in favor of looming over his brother with his scowling, cadaverous visage hovered just close enough so that he can press his fingers against the socket of one of Lucius' eyes. As his thumb and forefinger peels an eyelid open from its languid, half-lidded state Fabius shifts to allow one of the bright, sterile lights above them to shine down on Lucius' face; and with scientific curiosity, he watches the way his brother's slitted pupil constricts.]
Reaction seems normal so far... [he hums in thought, more to himself than to Lucius. Then he moves away again, and the hand that had pried that eyelid open instead drops to the pulse-point on his brothers neck. He raises his other arm, staring down at his ticking wristwatch, counting the beats.]
Heartrate is also expected. [His aureate gaze returns to Lucius' face,] do you feel any nausea?
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Lucius holds that beaker up in the air, and like an admonishing parent taking something bad away from their child, he yanks the glass from Lucius' claws. It's set aside, in favor of looming over his brother with his scowling, cadaverous visage hovered just close enough so that he can press his fingers against the socket of one of Lucius' eyes. As his thumb and forefinger peels an eyelid open from its languid, half-lidded state Fabius shifts to allow one of the bright, sterile lights above them to shine down on Lucius' face; and with scientific curiosity, he watches the way his brother's slitted pupil constricts.]
Reaction seems normal so far... [he hums in thought, more to himself than to Lucius. Then he moves away again, and the hand that had pried that eyelid open instead drops to the pulse-point on his brothers neck. He raises his other arm, staring down at his ticking wristwatch, counting the beats.]
Heartrate is also expected. [His aureate gaze returns to Lucius' face,] do you feel any nausea?