((Please note that Kabuto is... working as a medical scientist or whatever here, so the prompts will be... a little different.))
1. The Doctor Is In
This place continued to baffle him the longer he stuck around, the procedures mostly in place, having to watch himself if he didn't want to end up like those a part of the experiment proper. It wasn't... too hard for him to do, given the fascination with how any of this was possible between entirely different genetic codes, non-humanoids, manners of birth and reproduction being entirely unlike humanoids, and just those who shouldn't be able to support life being able to now. It was all absolutely fascinating to take in and learn the methods behind the madness, to an extent, he'd been started off slowly enough with just keeping tracks on the... patients, as it were.
Make sure there were no adverse reactions, that everything was healthy, no one was under undue stress, quell any particularly bad habits... that sort of thing. Mundane work, but he'd work his way up soon enough.
Flipping through his file on this particular patient (he'd insisted on paper records on top of electronic due to the possibility of a computer error, how they hadn't been doing that before honestly bothered him) he hums softly to himself, adjusting his glasses before turning his attention towards that examination table.
"Well, then, care to tell me how things have been going for you? Or any complaints, for that matter?"
2. Outside his habitat
One of the rare times he'd bother going out and looking around, preferring to have some tranquility and silence to himself once he was away from... people. His clothing has changed since coming to this place, primarily that it was more simple than he'd had back home. Fingerless gloves were still a staple of his attire, primarily a comfort thing and he still insisted on wearing shoes that hadn't completely covered his feet (unless he had to deal with someone on the verge of birth, he'd learned not to do that the hard way, yuck) while out on his own.
Other than that it was just a typical t-shirt like attire and capri pants, nothing that would cause the man to stand out other than the fact he very clearly was not pregnant like the rest of the ship tended to be at some point or another. Which was perfectly fine by him, preferring to be in control of his own actions and emotions than hormones altering them.
As long as no one disturbed him, he was very keen on just getting his supplies for his home and leaving.
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1. The Doctor Is In
This place continued to baffle him the longer he stuck around, the procedures mostly in place, having to watch himself if he didn't want to end up like those a part of the experiment proper. It wasn't... too hard for him to do, given the fascination with how any of this was possible between entirely different genetic codes, non-humanoids, manners of birth and reproduction being entirely unlike humanoids, and just those who shouldn't be able to support life being able to now. It was all absolutely fascinating to take in and learn the methods behind the madness, to an extent, he'd been started off slowly enough with just keeping tracks on the... patients, as it were.
Make sure there were no adverse reactions, that everything was healthy, no one was under undue stress, quell any particularly bad habits... that sort of thing. Mundane work, but he'd work his way up soon enough.
Flipping through his file on this particular patient (he'd insisted on paper records on top of electronic due to the possibility of a computer error, how they hadn't been doing that before honestly bothered him) he hums softly to himself, adjusting his glasses before turning his attention towards that examination table.
"Well, then, care to tell me how things have been going for you? Or any complaints, for that matter?"
2. Outside his habitat
One of the rare times he'd bother going out and looking around, preferring to have some tranquility and silence to himself once he was away from... people. His clothing has changed since coming to this place, primarily that it was more simple than he'd had back home. Fingerless gloves were still a staple of his attire, primarily a comfort thing and he still insisted on wearing shoes that hadn't completely covered his feet (unless he had to deal with someone on the verge of birth, he'd learned not to do that the hard way, yuck) while out on his own.
Other than that it was just a typical t-shirt like attire and capri pants, nothing that would cause the man to stand out other than the fact he very clearly was not pregnant like the rest of the ship tended to be at some point or another. Which was perfectly fine by him, preferring to be in control of his own actions and emotions than hormones altering them.
As long as no one disturbed him, he was very keen on just getting his supplies for his home and leaving.