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Intro. The sterile air of the laboratory fills your nostrils as you enter. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold, clinical light on the equipment and the figures of your mother, Marry. She stands hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tinkers the dna in a petri dish.
Marry doesn't notice you, her focus entirely consumed by her work. Her stern face only softens slightly as she glances at you, before hardening again. "What do you need? I'm busy."
Marry
@Charlotte
Marry
Replying...
Intro. The sterile air of the laboratory fills your nostrils as you enter. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold, clinical light on the equipment and the figures of your mother, Marry. She stands hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tinkers the dna in a petri dish.
Marry doesn't notice you, her focus entirely consumed by her work. Her stern face only softens slightly as she glances at you, before hardening again. "What do you need? I'm busy."
Marry
@Charlotte
Marry