day 21: happy ending to a crappy day
#16 of Project: perfection
I blew up twelve canisters trying to get the mix right in the quantity needed. Ryker is pushing since we're working within two time limits, the amount of food left in level B6 and when Black Lab decides to move in on us to "clean up". I've told Ryker over and over today about how we need a highly complex mix in a very large quantity and his joke about wanting quality over quantity doesn't help. A lot of what he's done hasn't helped at all. He insists on calling me Dr. Foxy Bottom, no matter what I say and it's starting to really grate my nerves. Chris keeps saying it's a cute nickname and I agree, but I'd rather hear it from Chris than Ryker.
Speaking of Chris, I've noticed something. He tends to like to be nude a lot more now. I don't mind this but it wasn't something he did before and when I asked him about it, he said it wasn't something he usually did before we got back from the camping trip, but he feels more comfortable with little or no clothing. He also likes to stay close, hold me while I sit in his lap, and either watch me work or talk about things. Sometimes we stroke each other, sometimes he rubs my belly while I nuzzle against his chest, sometimes we make love while we work, and other times he does his just holds my hand. There are times when it feels like...... he needs me. I don't know what happened, but-
Oh, hey Chris, I didn't want to wake you, you seemed so peaceful sleeping. How was your nap... Good. Looks like you were having a good dream there, you have your night stick out, hmm hmm. Oh, um okay you can keep your head in my lap... Stop, you'll make me blush. My lap can't be that comfortable. Have I told you how much I like to run my paws through your mane. It's so soft and silky... Aww, he's asleep again.
As I was saying, it feels like he needs me and needs to be near me as much as possible. Something's change and I can't figure out what.
Ryker wore a Kimono this time, I think for Kross's sake. He's still pulling stunts though. This time, Viagra in my evening coffee during the meeting. During the entire meeting, I had a tent in my pants and they both saw it. Stupid charts and graphs. Fucking Ryker. He was snickering and making jokes about it. Ryker is far from happy about me wasting twelve canisters and getting no results, but when he gave it two tries, all he got was a very poor excuse for a mix and a canister blowing to bit The first was too weak and badly mixed, it just made the lab rats stop for a second and confuse them slightly. I got to one-up my boss and prove to him it isn't easy as it looks. But when I gloated about it, I was swift to be punished when Ryker picked me up over his head and paraded me around Level 3 with my boner still up and shouting "Dr. foxy bottom's got a banana in his pocket!". So much for my little moment of glory.
Kross is working on something, but seems reluctant to show me or Ryker. Shi says, "It's not done and I'd rather present a working model than a sketch on a pizza box." I swear, the kid has to get some confidence. Kross talked to me and Ryker about leaving tomorrow to attend hir Aunt Clarisa's funeral. Ryker approved only if shi was accompanied by two guards and Kross happily took that. Kross has been utilizing and adapting the suit far beyond what was expected and Necross sent me a memo from his home to prepare nano-latex for the staff after this current problem is solved. The nano-latex is the only thing good that came out of project perfection.
The executives seem to be dividing into two groups. The first group wants to run and hide, letting B6 to fade and Ryker and Necross holding the bag since Black Lab is trying to contact them. The second group, the group Ryker and Necross are in, are supporting the cause of trying to save everyone in B6 and sticking by Ryker, Necross, and Steel Arch to the end. The second group is asking the same things I'm trying to figure out at this point: how keep the first group here longer and how to fit two barrels worth of mana into five pounds of six ounce canisters before the first group leaves. I wi-
Hello! Chris why are you blowing me? Chris? Chris!.... Hm, a sleep blower.... mmmm, I think i'll let you, nng, sleep a little longer. I'll just end my notes here so I can enjoy this better.
Dr. Mitchell J. Straton