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Soft whimpering. It was coming from the corner that Colton had curled up into. When the doors slid open and closed, then open and closed, then open and closed, the Hyte finally had the sense in him enough to glance up and search for Mena. "M-Mena? Are you alive?" Gyasi was back. And Isoke was gone --

Oh God... Had Maxx kidnapped - or springbok-napped - Isoke?! Searching around frantically, the retriever noticed that the doors were still closed. That meant that his turn was coming up shortly. I will not hyperventilate. I will not hyperventilate. Well, that seemed like a bit of a stretch... I will not pass out. I will not pass out.

Gyasi remained where he was, smile dimming only after Isoke was out of his sight. He was worried...knowing Maxwell, and the banter they just had...he wouldn't take it out on Isoke. Right?

The giraffe sighed a little, giving Philomena a small smile. There was someone else to take care of right now...an elder, no less. He walked over to the retriever, kneeling down by him the best he could to join Mena. "Would you like to see the battle wound?" he joked lightly, indicating a very small red circle in the crook of his elbow. "Miss Philomena and myself are still alive and moving with our organs intact, surely you have nothing to fear but Maxwell's teasing?" He smiled delicately, reaching out to pat Colton's shoulder.

The Hyte trembled slightly, glancing only briefly at Gyasi's arm, where there wasn't a bandage to hide anything, and then further at Mena's arm. "I get... a smiley-face bandage on my arm?" Mena seemed alive, even cheery. And Gyasi could probably live through any shock in the world, so that wasn't a clear-indicator. When Isoke came out, more or less alive... That would be a sign for Colton.

The springbok was ready to start hyperventilating when Maxwell took his arm. “Awe Hell No!” He actually cursed a little and went to pull his arm back and flee. He was holding back a sob as he struggled to flee away from Maxwell till the needle was handed back to the man who should be taking his blood.

His eyes however snapped back open, he had no idea that he’d closed them in the first place he was in such a panic, and froze. Funny…. FUNNY! They thought this was funny!

”I – Ow!- didn’t know preying on other peoples fears was ‘funny’“ He retorted in a snappish tone, though his was horse and watery more then rude. Isoke just rolled his eyes at Maxwell and looked away for the rest of the procedure. The springbok was positively peevish as he slid off the chair once it was over. Yes him and Gyasi would have their wee bundles of cuteness, but he’d still be rather sore about the process.

”May I leave now?’ He asked, ears down flat as he rubbed his arm where the needle had gone.

"Yes, a smiley face bandage," Mena said, latching onto the fact that he appeared to be coming out of the hysteria. "And Maxx is the one doing it and it only takes a second. Really."

Little did she know that Maxx and Maxwell's sense of humor with Isoke would probably send him off spiraling back into his hysterics...

Isoke didn’t spare Maxwell any parting words as he went to bolt away from him. But he paused for a moment and sighed a little, lowering his head a little. He couldn’t honestly stay upset with Maxwell; he was only just being himself so to speak.

“Yeah, we’re good Maxwell…” The springbok muttered, his voice still wavering as he walked away from the feline. He tried not to look to upset and out of sorts when he came into Colton’s view.


”See Colton I’m fine…” he managed to get out, forcing a smile, “I’m…. going to go lay down…” He added after, mostly to himself.

Maxwell gave him another careful apologetic pat and left the springbok in peace. Colton, on the other hand, wasn't going to get that sort of treatment.

"Too bad Colt," he said briskly. "I gave you space and everything - but I guess at least you're conscious now. Shoo shoo." He shoved the golden retriever into the room. "Better get you there before you regret."

"We'll make sure you'll get your bebes, 'Mena!" He called out, and the door shut like a prison.

The retriever Hyte numbly went into the lab [AKA PRISON OF DEATH!]. He glanced around and made sad noises at the sheer amount of dangerous looking items on the shelves, even if their purpose was safe. The chair he spotted in the middle of the room looked like the one that he'd seen in those monster movies. The ones where the scientist would pluck out the victim's brain and then transfer it to the monster's head.

Very suddenly, Colton had the image of Mena looking happy with little Hytes learning how to walk and run and finally growing up. He slid over the the chair and sat on the cold metal, hunching his shoulders and putting his hands folded into his lap. "Hi, Maxx," he said, voice breaking on the co-owner's name.