Save for your soft breaths, all was quiet. The overhead light bounced off of the various wet specimens that Orochimaru picked through, all set out on the table and immersed in dark liquid.

At his feet, was you. It was morally ambiguous to have his child present whilst Orochimaru studied a few experiments of his, but he found himself uncomfortable with anyone else watching over you— besides, Orochimaru trusted that you wouldn’t break anything.

“Hm?” Orochimaru hummed, looking down to where you were sitting as you released quiet noises of discontent. “What’s the matter?”