“Caesar! I’m back with the results!” You called, voice reverberating from the steel walls back at you.
Oddly enough, no one answered back. The room was completely empty. Not even Monet sat on the side bar, reading as she usually did. Curiously, you roamed around the room, swirling the test tubes contents, conflicting the blue and purple colours within. Squeezing its cork in further, you glanced to the side and noticed the door to his lab where he constantly mixed different chemicals and gases together. It was ever so
Monet sat at one end of the counter, reading though her book as per usual, and Caesar was just sitting on the couch, having just finished creating yet another dangerous chemical in his lab and now taking his well-earned break.
“_______, you look rather bored. Are you sure you aren’t going to die?” Monet asked, intending to be a smart ass.
“I just said thatttttt. I think I will die if something fun doesn’t happen! It’s been like this for DAYS. Just that friggin ball of GAS, HOVERING AROUND, making shit in his damn LAB.” You emphasised, trying to get the attention of the said man of gas.
Clear that it was him being talked about, Caesar turned around in his seat on the couch and glared at you over the back of it. “Do you have a PROBLEM? I’m doing work, unlike YOU.” He retorted with a stiff glare.