"Right, right, of course! There's always time for talk later." It was a terrible attempt at pacifism with absolutely no bias. He tried for neutrality, but even he knew he sounded more relieved and excited than he should have in the face of his thoroughly confused partner. Wild Tiger swore that he could make it up to the blond once they were done with their investigation and this illness or whatever it was had been alleviated! That wasn't too much to ask, right?

When Barnaby was ready to leave, the older man was about to step out of the room when he was handed pieces of paper. "What--Aww, Bunny, did you draw me someth--Oh..." No, it wasn't some cute picture of a crappy tiger and bunny frolicking together in an equally crappily drawn setting; it was just a few tracings of the institute's blueprints. After looking over it for several moments, Tiger did as he was told and put them into his right-hand pocket for safe-keeping.

"Okay, to the med wing!" Where ever that was. Had it been on his map? Well, it was too late to fret now! His feet were in motion and they told him to go this way.

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