[It takes a while, but eventually a boy enters the room: head down, grey hoody pulled low over his face. He stops in the doorway when he notices there's someone else in the room, but after a moment he just nods slightly in greeting and edges over to the board.
Acting normal's probably the best way to be taken for exactly that. He fidgets, reading over new board additions, hoping that the stranger in the room will just leave.
Then he turns to his own. His mind's been racing since the last message, trying to figure out if he should just drop some of the Neurotriptyline off and go back to shut himself in his room until someone figures out if they can replicate it.
(It's unlikely to be possible, he knows that. And not within a week, not even with top scientists and a fully functioning lab).
But the other thing he knows is they'll need an experiment subject. And there's no one else here he's aware of who could offer. So he leans up to write on the wall.]
no subject
Acting normal's probably the best way to be taken for exactly that. He fidgets, reading over new board additions, hoping that the stranger in the room will just leave.
Then he turns to his own. His mind's been racing since the last message, trying to figure out if he should just drop some of the Neurotriptyline off and go back to shut himself in his room until someone figures out if they can replicate it.
(It's unlikely to be possible, he knows that. And not within a week, not even with top scientists and a fully functioning lab).
But the other thing he knows is they'll need an experiment subject. And there's no one else here he's aware of who could offer. So he leans up to write on the wall.]
I will. By tonight.