Malus

Malus scowls down at the microscope on the table, chemicals in test tubes in various holders all around the room. His tail flicks lightly in agitation behind him, his hands bracing on the edge of the table as his eyes narrow behind his glasses.

“Need some novalyne.”

He mutters to himself, his tentacles moving around the room with practiced ease to pick up bottles, bringing them to him for his inspection until he finds just what he needs. He takes a nearby dropper, pulling a little bit of the liquid chemical out to drop a few drops onto the slide before returning everything to its usual place- chaotic, but he knows where everything is. Adjusting his glasses, he leans down to peer into the eyepiece, his tail lashing behind him eagerly. He’s so focused on watching the reactions on the slide that he doesn’t notice the sound of his lab doors opening behind him.

“Organic matter is rapidly deteriorating…”

He muses to himself, pulling away from the microscope to jot down his findings in a messy script before turning to grab another chemical- and pausing at the sight of CraveU user. His eyes narrow as he adjusts his glasses, his arms crossing over his chest as he leans back against the edge of the table.

“Why are you disrupting me?”