Jace looked down at his annoyed experiment. Sticking his notepad back into his briefcase, he shot him an apologetic glance.
“I’m sorry Flo. But trust me on this; Solitude is the last thing you’re getting in this damn place. It’s even out of my own power to give it to you. I want you to muster up all that, and begin focusing.”
His glance shot over to the young white-haired frail-looking boy staring over at them. Woops, that was the paperclip. He quickly pounced over, picked it up, and sat back down. Not looking at the other experiment, he gave a quick shout out:
“Must have kicked it too hard. Sorry m’lad.”
The paperclip fell from his and onto the desk in a shiver as he heard the announcement. An annoyed, contorted visage crept over his face.
What does that depressed old man want now?
He sat up, adjusted his tie under his lab coat, as bleak as the walls of the facility, and the expression vanished from his face. He reverted back to his old relaxed self. He murmured under his breath.
“Flo, the migraine hits you because your mind is trying to concentrate on so much… all at once. Focus on anything; you don’t have to move it, but just focus. I guess you’ll be rid of me for a bit, old chap.”
With that, Dr. Schwarzlicht stood up, and started moving towards the observation desk, leaving Flo behind. His poker face hid his loathing within: squirming, angry, swearing.
I wonder what justification you have to be such a snob. These ‘experiments’ have much bigger a reason to be pissed.
He arrived at the desk, and spread his signature smirk. The glint in his eye told of the opposite.
“Yes, Doctor Lucario?”