Seph: *grunts sharply in protest* Oh, stop teasing me mother. I only suggested it because I never owned this many clothes before now. I always wore whatever you stole or found for me to wear. I’m sure you can recall a time I was wearing bits of rags.
Zack: Nearly, keep still. *releases the torniquet and pulls the syringe out of her arm, quickly stabbing it into two test tubes, depressing half of the syringe contents into both* There. *caps both test tubes and pulls the needle off the end of the syringe, throwing both the plastic and metal part into the garbage* I just hope the cleaner doesn’t think one of you is a drug addict.