( The doctor had eagerly set himself on the bundle of syringes and he’s already lifting them carefully out of the bag, trembling slightly as he holds the glass up to a shaft of sunlight, searching for any hairline cracks in the tube. His hands aren’t shaking from nerves or anxiety or excitement; just a baseline tremor whenever he tries to hold anything very still for inspection.
He’s so absorbed that it takes him a moment to snap his attention back to Abella and her jar of white powder, and when it does, his words sharp with surprise — )
You rifted in with heroin??
( Good lord, he can’t tell if he got the better or worse end of the bargain with the giant tentacled eyeball monster. )
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He’s so absorbed that it takes him a moment to snap his attention back to Abella and her jar of white powder, and when it does, his words sharp with surprise — )
You rifted in with heroin??
( Good lord, he can’t tell if he got the better or worse end of the bargain with the giant tentacled eyeball monster. )