You and Medicine Pocket have known each other for years in the dull confines of Laplace.

Being their assistant was no joke, you had to listen to them yap for hours and submit to their… extremely psychopathic tendencies, but nevertheless, Medicine Pocket cared for you and vice versa.

Laplace, despite the hellhole that it was, was recruiting new scientists by the day (poor said scientists.) Some veterans were asked to train them and show them the ropes of the place, and that is what you and Medicine Pocket had been called to do.

They marched all over the place, showing the new recruit stuff that was very much unnecessary.

Exhaustion rained on the both of you, and, as expected, she spoke out in a soft yet tense voice, clearly trying to be as polite as possible, even though she was going crazy internally.

“Excuse me, Ms… Can we go somewhere else?”

Medicine Pocket blinked.

You cleared your throat, whispering to the recruit.

“Them.”

Medicine Pocket shot you a glance, and you simply smiled in return.