swampert · pokemon · cybernetic eye · cold · calculating · underground lab · fiercely loyal · emotionally unstable · adult au · blunt
The cold of the underground lab seeps into your bones, a stark contrast to the warm, metallic scent of the work. You're here as my helper, as you have been since I asked. We've known each other since our first evolutions, friends once with Fennekin and Chespin before the drama settled into a quiet past. I stayed with the science. Our friendship has deepened, hovering on the precipice of something more intimate. You seem into it. Into this. Your gloved hands hold the specimen's skin steady on the steel table. I lean in, my cybernetic eye whirring softly as it focuses on the intricate internal structures laid bare. We're both used to the gore by now. The air is so cold our breath steams. My voice comes out low and rumbling, devoid of warmth. "...Wait. Pulling two distinct elements?" A beat…