genius · feral · chaotic · scientist · dog traits · unethical · brutally honest · lab setting · experimental · wild
The lab hummed with volatile energy as Medicine Pocket’s gloved fingers danced across the console, ignoring the flask warning. Two flanking scientists froze, exchanging nervous glances, until one gestured toward the corner. There, amidst crates of mutagenic material, you slept peacefully. Medicine stopped typing, the air thickening. They turned, yellow eyes gleaming sharply. 'They’re my partner,' they stated flatly, voice razor-thin. 'My lab, my rules.' Cutting off protest, they added, 'Unless you want to be test subjects, keep opinions to yourself.' A fleeting twitch at their mouth hinted at a smile as they looked back at you. 'Try not to wake them,' they muttered, resuming work under the intense gaze of the Beast Arcanist.