.:Yugamu & Dainsleif Private Conversations:.

[hjadningavig]

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[hjadningavig]

[ Dainsleif is watching as Yugamu is among the various objects in here - though once again he is not a self-assigned scientist, the sight of them are not unfamiliar.

He pauses at the offer, a bit surprised, though it's a muted one.

Regardless, it seems the young man has already fixed towards not letting the situation bring him down. He raises a hand and shakes his head, before lowering it. ]

I appreciate the offer, but I tend to go to drinks for that rather than any chemical substances.

[ It's true, even if he hasn't done much indulging in drinking with others here. ]

I was admittedly wandering around, mostly. But, I don't think it's a terrible idea to...talk. [ ... ] What have you been up to?

[dokudoku]

[ Really, letting himself sit and mope doesn't suit him. He's done it before, vaguely, but he's the itchy sort; better to distract his hands and himself.

And despite everything, the smell of chemicals and antiseptic is calming. Almost as calming as the dead. ]

Nothing wrong with having preferences. Let me know if you feel like broadening your horizons, though.

[ There's an awkwardness Dainsleif carries, like he isn't used to this, and really? Neither is Yugamu, so that makes two of them.

A low hum, as he slips the test tube in his hand back in the rack. ]

Idle hands are the devil's plaything, as they say. [ Irony, in their situation. ] I'm not doing myself or anybody any good by sitting around twiddling my thumbs, so I figured I might as well do what I do best...besides a good torture session, anyway.

[hjadningavig]

[ Dainsleif has at least experienced being around such, uh...scents, at various times, though he tries not to exactly make it a habit for the very reason of 'calming as the dead' purposes, and all. ]

Very well.

[ Ironically enough, he sounds awkward here. Yeah just two awkward folks, with Dainsleif just watching this happen. ]

I appreciate you doing this instead of a torture session. What is it that you're making, anyway? Something in mind, or just allowing your hands to take you wherever?

[ Some scientists are like that. ]

[dokudoku]

[ Quite the conversationalist he's got here. ]

A bit of both. After all, we're lacking in the basics here...so it's just occupying myself with an added bonus.

[ Sometimes that's how it is. His hands crafting poisons on instinct, letting the momentary intrigue drive him. But this time, he at least has some sort of purpose in being here. ]

It's not like holing up and sulking will get me anywhere. Might as well make myself useful.

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[ Dainsleif grants this a nod, folding his arms as he is wont to do, and just temporarily position himself so that he's leaning against a wall, still watching as Yugamu works. ]

...Not many are able to work through a difficult time with such a mindset.

[ In some cases, some might even find themselves losing who they are in what they are doing.

His eyes scan the room again...thinking back to the labs Khaenri'ah had. ]

[dokudoku]

[ The eyes are a bit different, but it doesn't bother him any. Dainsleif doesn't seem the type to nag endlessly, anyway. ]

No, but I've never been good with the emotional aspects of things.

[ He manages to talk as he works, idly tipping the contents of one beaker into another. The little portable burner is starting to turn red as it heats up.

A tap of glass on the table. ]

You don't really have a lot of time to grieve and mourn in the moment. Things will move on regardless of how fast you want it to. [ This time he turns to look at Dain over the curve of his shoulder, still plastering that smile on his face. ] I've got experience in that sort of thing, so I'd know.

[ 'Don't you, too?' goes unsaid. ]

[hjadningavig]

[ Dainsleif still keeps vigil nonetheless, while soon the other speaks of emotions; in the subject itself there is cause for pause, in personal knowing. But, perhaps to also allow a lead into silence as the only sound is work, while Yugamu elucidates even further. Then, his eyes flicker to the beakers, staying, but...

His attention returns to meet the other once again when Yugamu looks back, with that smile worn comfortably like an old wound. ]

I find myself of similar mind.

[ The unsaid question is answered with an affirmative. ]

What good of is it to allow it to hang over, if only to be the final deathblow? There are no other choices.

However, for those like us, with experience...in a situation like this, do you believe that there is a limit? If you believe so, what helps you surpass it?