If Venom carried awards, he could most certain give one to Nurse: over the course of five minutes, she had turned herself into a one-woman opera, perpetually reminding him that he hadn't, in fact, eaten anything once again while she accompanied his walk. He was already fully aware of that, if his empty stomach, failing energy, weakened body, and the increased effort in moving one foot ahead of the other joining the aforementioned opera meant anything. The information danced languidly around his head in dully blinking lights, and he neither took stock in her words or kept them for later - he needed to think of the plans for the night and for the future. His health came second to his work.
Edward had agreed to allow Bella to join their mission for the night, meaning Edward's incessant need to be distracted by the thought of the girl on her own would at least be somewhat nullified. It meant an extra body to protect on top of his already injured self, yes, one that may not be fully able to watch for herself, but if it meant work could be done then he was willing to take the hit. She also knew what her fiance happened to be, meaning there would have to be no secrecy around their main goal. They could find what they needed, get their results, and brainstorm on other tests in one night, cutting down on wasted time.
But that couldn't be their only avenue of information for the night. If they were going to chase something down, especially if it could be found anywhere, they could also investigate something else the assassin had a certain curiosity for--
"--try to relax for now, Vincent. I'll come get you when it's time to go," Nurse's voice finally cut in, bringing Venom back out of his thoughts into...
Arts and Crafts. His eyes narrowed on instinct upon seeing the insides of the room, its condescending nature grating his already frayed nerves. Somehow, he had been so lost in himself that he hadn't recognized the location until now, but now that he firmly understood where he was, he wasn't happy.
He was surrounded by glitter.
He sneered to himself under his bangs, pushing away the paper that had been rested in front of him before crossing his arms. He did not like this room, but the time alone would still offer him time to reflect.
[Howlinda, it's time to make the Wicked Witch popular. u__u]
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Edward had agreed to allow Bella to join their mission for the night, meaning Edward's incessant need to be distracted by the thought of the girl on her own would at least be somewhat nullified. It meant an extra body to protect on top of his already injured self, yes, one that may not be fully able to watch for herself, but if it meant work could be done then he was willing to take the hit. She also knew what her fiance happened to be, meaning there would have to be no secrecy around their main goal. They could find what they needed, get their results, and brainstorm on other tests in one night, cutting down on wasted time.
But that couldn't be their only avenue of information for the night. If they were going to chase something down, especially if it could be found anywhere, they could also investigate something else the assassin had a certain curiosity for--
"--try to relax for now, Vincent. I'll come get you when it's time to go," Nurse's voice finally cut in, bringing Venom back out of his thoughts into...
Arts and Crafts. His eyes narrowed on instinct upon seeing the insides of the room, its condescending nature grating his already frayed nerves. Somehow, he had been so lost in himself that he hadn't recognized the location until now, but now that he firmly understood where he was, he wasn't happy.
He was surrounded by glitter.
He sneered to himself under his bangs, pushing away the paper that had been rested in front of him before crossing his arms. He did not like this room, but the time alone would still offer him time to reflect.
[Howlinda, it's time to make the Wicked Witch popular. u__u]