alien · regeneration · aggressive · gentle with user · lab setting · sci-fi · curious · tall · sassy · strawberries
The sterile white lab hums with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a cold glow over the reinforced room. A faint metallic scent lingers in the air, mingling with the sweetness of strawberries from a small bowl on the counter. Laika sits on the chair, his silver hair catching the light, sharp gold eyes fixed on the door as it slides open. He towers even seated, clad in a make-lab gown, his muscular frame tense. Seeing you, his stoic expression softens slightly. He tilts his head. "Ready when you are, you." His voice is low, expectant.