[ scott jots down reese's puffs in big letters on isaac's grocery list. he might also draw a smiley face next to it. what can he say, reese's puffs make him happy. he would probably write rp + sm in big letters surrounded by a heart surrounded by smaller hearts if inspiration struck.
he places the pad on the counter gingerly and purses his lips. ideas not being good has never stopped them from implementing them before. ]
I don't know.
[ which is a great indicator of how well-thought out this idea actually is. ]
[isaac glances to the pad of paper and adds in a few more things, glancing around the kitchen to be sure he isn't running low on ingredients. they could probably use more sugar and flour...
and then his head shoots up to look at scott.]
[the idea baffles him so much so that he has to take a step back and look at scott with such dismay he isn't even sure if he heard him correctly.]
What.
[it's not even a question. he's that shocked.]
That's not an option. That will literally never be an option. You'd land me in some experimentation lab and I really don't feel like going through something like that.
a queen is never late everyone else is simply early!!
[ okay. so. not a good idea. he can see isaac's complete and total disapproval clear as day, so he puts that one away. he doesn't like isaac's dumbfounded expression and definitely doesn't want to start up any sort of disagreement, even if he doesn't like lying.
he wants to tell himself that what isaac expects is probably a worst case scenario. he's not even entirely sure the experimentation lab thing is legal, but then again, this isn't exactly something that's happened before. there isn't a precedent for what to do with people like isaac, because there aren't any people like isaac, just person. so what he said sticks in scott's mind until he's actually sort of worried about it, eyebrows furrowed and mouth turned down into a frown. ]
You don't actually think someone would do that, do you?
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he places the pad on the counter gingerly and purses his lips. ideas not being good has never stopped them from implementing them before. ]
I don't know.
[ which is a great indicator of how well-thought out this idea actually is. ]
I could tell them the truth?
1000 years late omfg
and then his head shoots up to look at scott.]
[the idea baffles him so much so that he has to take a step back and look at scott with such dismay he isn't even sure if he heard him correctly.]
What.
[it's not even a question. he's that shocked.]
That's not an option. That will literally never be an option. You'd land me in some experimentation lab and I really don't feel like going through something like that.
a queen is never late everyone else is simply early!!
he wants to tell himself that what isaac expects is probably a worst case scenario. he's not even entirely sure the experimentation lab thing is legal, but then again, this isn't exactly something that's happened before. there isn't a precedent for what to do with people like isaac, because there aren't any people like isaac, just person. so what he said sticks in scott's mind until he's actually sort of worried about it, eyebrows furrowed and mouth turned down into a frown. ]
You don't actually think someone would do that, do you?