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[originallutece]

is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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[originallutece]

Do you really imagine I'd make such a clumsy thing? Just don't lean directly over it and you'll be fine.

[She glances over at him, then nods.]

Put on your goggles and apron.

[He has some, of course. She has a whole wall of pegs upon which goggles and aprons hang. There's little nameplates: S. Stilinski, S. Holmes, so on and so forth.]

[overshirts]

[ stiles opens his mouth to make some kind of argument, probably related to their earlier conversation when rosalind mentioned being tired, and the fact that it's late, in general, and that none of that seems like a good things to combine with fire in any sense, but. well, she's also kind of a genius and probably knows her limits better than he does, so he says nothing and just moves to collect his safety equipment from the wall.

he fumbles a little pulling his apron on, his goggles hanging loose around his neck before he slides them up, untucking his hair from where it catches under the top edge, against his forehead. ]

So I just... [ he pauses long enough to watch her carefully, then reaches for the bottle of blue chemical. his favorite color. ]

[originallutece]

Slowly and steadily, don't rush it. But yes, you just.

[It'll result in a purple-blue fire, and true to her word, it doesn't burn him. It might if he leans right over it, but it's a contained flame, though it doesn't look it. But little rings of some kind of chemical or another surround each flame, keeping them safely trapped on the lab table.]

You can do another, if you'd like.