Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170404021926/@comment-30014014-20170405232015

"Stuck..."'' Oscar unhinges one of his empty vials and runs at the table. With swiftness, he coaxes it with his own imprint, well aware of the risks. Meanwhile, his other hand takes hold of the 'device" he crafted and rids it of 'it's' current tank.''

The coaxing 'done', he puts up the new cartridge inside the 'device' and hands it to her "Here...if you are stuck with my imprint somehow, might as well let you feed on it until we find a solution".