illie, sap sipper
she/her
26
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
TAG WITH @illeana
illeana reyes
introduced species [c]
POSTED ON Aug 21, 2020 0:49:48 GMT
[attr="class","illie"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]ah, yeah. his explanation leaves her nodding in understanding. getting someone's name wrong always leaves a sour taste in their mouth, it seems. something about the pride of a name, maybe? she doesn't fully understand it. not really, anyway. "to be expected, i suppose, but no reason to hold a grudge toward you," she flashes a smile. her focus is struggling to stay on organizing the papers long enough to be considered efficient. a few are sorted but there's still so many left in her hand. at this rate, she'll be making paper piles for the foreseeable week. ugh, it'll just get messy again too. the line between organized and chaotic is a thin one but boy, does she walk that shit daily. razz speaks up at just the right time to distract her, to allow her to glance away from endless amounts of papers toward him and his meowstic. "oh, really?" there's an excited edge creeping up in her voice. "that's really nice! well, more cool than nice, i suppose, but still!" she's never really experienced a pokemon that knew its way around office work. not in this sense, anyway. her eyes shift from razz to salem just as the cat blows a raspberry. her smile lingers, almost touching on fond, but laughter still manages to slip out at the exchange. "sounds about right!" more laughter escapes her and really, she can't remember the last lab she's been to that wasn't messy in some way. they always seem to have a method to the madness, at least. enough to be considered efficient around the mess. hers, however? yeah, it's just like paperwork threw up everywhere. and as if to add insult to injury, said paperwork almost always gets lost in the woodwork for a day or two. her hands still in the process of organizing and one rises to wave off the notion he presents. her smile grows a little wider. "honestly, no, but i dragged my feet in making this place presentable for company." yeah, she's not the best at time management either. time always seems to slip away in here and there's too many projects that require her attention for her to shift gears from science to cleaning without something going wrong. the papers are left alone for a moment so she can glance around the lab. "i had actually wanted a second pair of eyes for a project i'm working on if you'd be interested in that," she murmurs. the shiny project is still ongoing and she's been meaning to examine the dna collected from her colleague's pokemon. it's been processing long enough that the slides should be ready for review. ah, but where exactly did she put them in this mess? hopefully in the same place they have been, labeled and waiting for the microscope.
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