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[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[There's a Vexen zombieing into the kitchen for coffee. He looks like the last time he got any sleep was a couple days ago, and probably shouldn't even be having coffee. There's a splatter of something SUSPICIOUSLY BLOOD-LIKE on his lab coat, in case anyone wants to get accusatory.]

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[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Vexen.

[She doesn't even get a glance; he's heading straight for the coffee machine.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

I do believe that is none of your business.

[One could blame the bitchiness on needing caffeine, but he's always like this.]

[tinyscholar.livejournal.com]

[Perched on the counter, with a large glass of juice and a larger book on his lap. He's intently scanning the pages, but that won't keep him from catching sight of Vexen and his little accessory.]

If you're looking for quicklime, we're fresh out.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[...Watch his eyebrow twitch for a moment before he carries on to the coffee machine.]

I am not, but thank you for that... information.

[tinyscholar.livejournal.com]

[This section is getting stale. Page flip.]

From what fight have you emerged victorious?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

None.

[Sets about making coffee. It's pretty obvious he has no intention of elaborating for the moment.]

[tinyscholar.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, he's not the sort to let things drop.]

Oh. So you lost?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

There was no fight.

[Oh, don't worry, he's used to inane questions; he teaches in a secondary school, after all.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[Lexaeus doesn't usually do accusatory, but he is raising an eyebrow at that splatter of red. What have you been up to, Vexen?]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[Man, can't a guy stroll through the DR with blood on his coat and not get looks for it? Sheesh. But no, he glances briefly at Lexaeus before moving to get some coffee.]

Working on an experiment.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

So I see.

[Not... that it would be hard to.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[Somehow, he thinks that if Lexaeus is trying to guess what the experiment is, he's far from the answer unless he's been spying on him or something. He's not feeling terribly conversational at the moment, so getting coffee is higher than the other man at the moment.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[He's content to not know what, precisely, Vexen is up to. He's more concerned about the fact that seems to have not been sleeping, really.]

I would advise sleep over that.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[well that's different. Even doesn't get accusatory partially because it would be hypocritical of him, considering what accusations he gets all the time, and partially because he cares more about drinking his tea than knowing what's up.

but he is curious.] Long day?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Something of the sort.

[What up, look-a-like.]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[not much, not much. eying the coffee.]

And it isn't over?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Not quite yet, no.

[Well he's going to make a full, fresh pot, so feel free to gank some or. something.]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[maybe after he finishes this tea.]

I hope it's been...productive for you, at least?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

What have you been up to, Vexy?

[smirks at him over her cup of tea. Akane's not with her: she's with a babysitter (probably Axel,) Ri's threats be damned.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Not what you think I have been, Larxene.

[Sends her a pointed look; use the name proper or don't use it at all.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I don't think I believe you.

[sip.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

That does not surprise me.

[That look is more annoyed now, but he's going for his coffee. Caffeine > Larxene.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Was the subject alive this time?