Cubefallout, from the land of the Millitime

[kemo_soggy]

There's only so long that one can go worrying about one's best friend - one's mad-scientist-who-often-forgets-to-eat-and-sleep best friend - before doing something approximating detective work. Sure, it's just asking for the Bar's input, but it's better than nothing

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[laundry_buddy]

Billy opens the door without ceremony.

"Oh, hey, Moist. Er. Come in."

There's papers scattered everywhere, and possibly some indiscriminate dirty laundry, but hey. It's a bachelor pad. The fact that there's room to sit down on a chair is pretty good. What more can a visitor ask for?

[kemo_soggy]

"Do I want to know what's got you holed up this time?"
Moist hands over one of the sandwiches on principle. Even if Doc has been eating, he could probably stand to do it again.

[laundry_buddy]

"Oh, thanks," he mutters, trying to assemble some of the papers into coherent piles.

"I don't know..." he waves a hand. "I've just been trying to work on this plan for the um. You know. Teleportation thing."

[kemo_soggy]

Moist... helps organise the papers, actually. The way things are working out, he kinda wants to see how long it'll be before Doc notices.
(Hey, just because he's content with his place in the overall scheme of things doesn't mean he completely lacks devious moments.)
"Cool. Anything interesting so far?"