>>6264254There's hushed conversation in a dark office, unusual of the sterile white lights of the medical center.
"And... This should be enough to last for the next three months." The voice of Gilbert Durandal trailed as he left four small containers full of pills by his desk, sitting down into an office chair "How are you faring in the symptoms, <span class="mu-i">My friend?</span>"
The response he'd get from the sunglasses-wearing blonde man was but a scoff of discomfort, taking one of the pills from a container and downing it quickly.
"<span class="mu-s">As per usual.</span>"
The deadpan response seems to draw a concerned raise of an eyebrow from the dark-haired medical chief, only for them to sigh.
"I assume you're aware of the initiative I'm-." As he tried to clarify, the blonde man just intensified his glare.
"<span class="mu-s">[iCrystal.</span>"
Durandal's concern is evident, as he lowers some documents into the desk table, the blonde man taking them as he reviews their contents quickly.
"I understand that... Some of these trials may be brushing close to discomfort, but I assure you. They are necessary for our-." Durandal explained as their companion pulled one specific file from the dossier.
"A... <span class="mu-i">Natural is undergoing these tests?</span>"
