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17 November 2011 @ 09:38 pm
WHERE: At home!
WHEN: Sunday night
SUMMARY: Hank and Wall have some downtime together. Also, Hank turns back into a precious kitty.
FORMAT: whateverrrr

Hank and Amanda didn't always get as much personal time together as they wanted, considering they were both a bit of workaholics, and both in rather big, important jobs. So when they did get it, it was to be valued. Not in the 'we need to go out on some big, bombastic date to make up for the time lost' sense, but more that just spending time together was important.

So Amanda came in, glad to be done with work for the day, because she was growing more and more fond of the idea of 'time off'.

"Hey, honey." She said, quite pleasant, as well as pleased. Pulling off her coat and looking for her man.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: pic#114125351bluepurrymuffin on November 18th, 2011 02:59 am (UTC)
Hank was on the ceiling in the kitchen, enjoying a book while he prepared dinner. The Chicken Parmesan was already in the oven, so he was mostly minding the accompanying noodles at this point.

At the sound of her entrance, he dog-eared his page and dropped to the floor, strolling out to meet her with a peck on the lips. "Busy evening? Let me get your coat, darling."
if (defined or != "") { print "
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She kissed back, looking rather energized just to see him again. "Only as busy as usual. Meanwhile, you're really looking for any reason to cook more. Not that I mind." Off came the coat, and she rolled her shoulders, easing her body out.

"How was the school today?" The kind of mundane, day to day talk, that she really missed having, years ago.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: pic#114279278bluepurrymuffin on November 18th, 2011 08:23 am (UTC)
He chuckled as he hung her coat up in the closet. "It's Sunday, dear. End of a three-day weekend, in fact, so we haven't had classes since Thursday. There was a staff meeting to go over a few proposals I've been working on, however. Some interesting discussion that will hopefully lead to promising results!"
if (defined or != "") { print "
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"It doesn't matter if it's a sunday, I know you're always working on something with the school." She smiled a bit wider. "Well, that's good. Can't afford to get comfy 'round here."

"Me, I've got Parker finishing up some compounds. Nothing world changing, but it'll hit fashion like a rocket. Somebody will find a better use for it eventually, I'm sure."

Sighed out. Comfy home life. Felt great.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: pic#114279639bluepurrymuffin on November 19th, 2011 05:03 pm (UTC)
"When comfort gets in the way of progress, certainly. But at least I can try spreading the comfort around, if this goes through!"

He bounds back to the kitchen and sniffs at the air a moment before heading back to the living room where she was. "Fashion applications, hmm? I'd love to hear more!"
if (defined or != "") { print "
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"Yeah. It's a compound that lets you change the color of your hair. Not just dye it, but switch it with the push of a button, whenever you feel like it. Not my kind of thing, but plenty of people will eat it up."

"I really do need to find another, bigger project to sink my teeth into, though."
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: zAPE: suitedbluepurrymuffin on November 27th, 2011 03:30 pm (UTC)
"Well, that does sound curious! A suppose it's like a spray or gel that triggers changes on a genetic level?" Were he more familiar with binary gas, he might draw a parallel. Instead he just settles down on the couch.

"That is how it can often feel, isn't it? Without a proper project with wider applications and implications, something that you know is important, Feeling as though you're wasting time is easy."

if (defined or != "") { print "
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"I think Parker mentioned something electric as a catalyst, a sort of broadcast to signal the compound to change."

"Mmm. But, you know... I'd be pretty happy to waste some time with you right now." A sly grin, leaning in, and another kiss at his cheek.

Then a pause. It didn't feel so smooth, anymore.

Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: zAPE: botheredbluepurrymuffin on November 28th, 2011 08:03 pm (UTC)
He felt it in the pit of his stomach as she leaned in. He'd felt a small amount of indigestion the last hour or so, but had disregarded it. Not exactly the wisest choice, perhaps, but as good a doctor he was, he was always something of a problematic patient.

Needless to say, the soft fuzz on his face growing out rapidly was only the first step. It was when he felt his ribcage cracking and expanding that he doubled over onto the ground, howling in pain.
if (defined or != "") { print "
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"Hank!" And Amanda jumped right to him, hand on his back, holding him close. "Right here, honey, I'm right here. Christ, where's some goddamn painkillers?!"

It was an odd sort of feeling, to actually be worrying, even panicking a little, for the first time in so long, it felt like.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: So frustrating!bluepurrymuffin on December 5th, 2011 09:44 am (UTC)
His body cracked and reshaped itself before her eyes, seemingly ballooning at points. His legs snapped to accommodate new lengths, and his feet seemed to grow longed past the heel. Whoever know what happened to his pinkies in the shuffle.

"IT HUUURRAAAAARRRGGGHH!" His words were lost as his face stretched into a snout, and that howl seemed to transition into a roar with it.