Summary: Frankenstein's distracted by data in his lab.

Small Request

By Dark Ice Dragon

Frankenstein repeated what the data was telling him on screen underneath his breath, making sure that all his calculations were correct. It all seemed to be in order with what he had expected to be, but then, he could be creating a bias. Hm. He should make a few more trials to make sure he was analysing the right thing.

He heard the door hiss open and close behind him. "Ah, just in time," he said, keeping his attention on the screen. "I need your assistance; if you could get me a stack of petri dishes - they're kept in the top cupboard on your right."

Whoever it was didn't make a sound of acknowledgement, but Frankenstein heard their slippers lightly scuffing the floor towards the direction he'd indicated. Most probably M-21, then - the others would have given some sort of response to his request.

When the person came up to his side, Frankenstein turned to them. "Thank y-" He nearly dropped the petri dishes, his eyes going wide. "Master?" He'd asked Master to do something. What had he done?

Master stood there, his hands keeping the perti dishes steady. "Seira says that dinner is ready," he said with a faint smile.

"I - yes, I will be there right away." Ah, how was he going to make this up to him? Maybe he should make an extra sweet ramen recipe for him for breakfast...