"Master, please give me another bottle!"
"I'll do anything!"
"It feels like ants are crawling all over me!"
"One sip! Just one sip is all I need!"
Mia hugged Velin's leg, her whole body hanging off him, smearing snot and tears all over his pant leg.
Velin had a look of resignation on his face.
He'd only wanted her to have a taste to test the effects of the replicated formula.
Who knew she'd down the whole bottle in one go and end up like this?
'It was just a bottle of homemade soda. Was all this drama really necessary?'
He himself hadn't had a proper one in almost a year. If it weren't for brainstorming some unconventional tactics to deal with Fabian, he would have almost forgotten the stuff existed.
Seeing Mia, a mess of snot and tears, he knew the conversation couldn't continue unless he made another bottle.
Velin grabbed Mia by the scruff of her collar and peeled her off his leg.
"To the lab."
