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Ygor is hungry. Very hungry. He hasn't eaten in 8 hours from being so busy with building a new creation with the Doctor. Not to mention he's had to make a repair or two to one of the power grids. Random sparks are not a good look.
While Victoria is busy harvesting limbs, Ygor sneaks off to the small kitchen near the lab, knowing the tasty meal that is waiting to be snatched.
Victoria is a huge fan of grilled bat wings. While generally not Ygor's favorite, his stomach is currently saying otherwise. And while Victoria hadn't said the wings were for sharing, she hadn't said the wings were hers either, so Ygor took that as a go.
He plucks the tasty bat wings from the fridge now, prideful grin on his face. They look a little shiny, but no matter.
"That's right, come to Ygor!"
A few blasts with a mini flame thrower and the wings are cooked to a crisp, just the way Ygor likes it. He downs them all in one go, smacking his lips with glee.
"Ah, perfect!" He proclaims. "Just what the Doctor orde-"
grrrrRROOOWWLLL.
Uh oh. What is that??
His stomach starts gurgling noisily, way too noisily, and suddenly his mouth is burning up.
Oh no. That shiny stuff on the wings... that must have been...
HOT SAUCE.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" The lab assistant screams, his mouth having turned into a volcano and his stomach now a bad plumbing job. In a frenzy he yanks open the fridge again to see if there's any milk. None! Wonderful!
He clenches his teeth in regret, his body heating up by the second. He frantically jumps up and down while trying to inhale cool air, but this doesn't help either. He rushes to the sink, grabbing at his gut that yells at him again, flinging the faucet on and guzzling right from the sink.
"Ygor, what are you-" Victoria walks in on a flailing Ygor at the kitchen sink. "What the- what did you do!?"
"It's spicy!" Ygor cries out between gulps of rushing water. "The bat wings! Needed food!"
"Auugh, you idiot!" Victoria grits out, rolling her eyes. "Those were mine, remember??"
"I didn't know!"
"Not my problem," Victoria retorts. "make sure to ask next time!"
"OKAAAY!" Ygor yells back, returning her sassy bantering energy, then another loud stomach gurgle and he's doubled over.
"ACK! Ygor needs the toilet!"
"Oh, for the love of- come on," Victoria hoists Ygor up and hurries him to the bathroom, shoving him in and closing the door. "ugh, why must I put up with you??" She mutters to herself, face palming. She heads straight back to the kitchen, her ears picking up on Ygor's loud, messy business.
"Yuck!" She cringes.
Searching through the mostly empty pantries she finds a sad bag of some old, stale chips. It'll have to do until dinner time, she knows, and she seizes the bag. Her eye catches something else, a dead cockroach, and she snatches that too, dropping it in with the chips. Ygor loves those.
Even though water does absolutely nothing when trying to get rid of spice, it's all they have now, and she fills up a glass and adds ice. Ygor's sounds of suffering are still present.
"Ygor, are you good in there?" Victoria calls, voice irritated with little hint of care.
"Yeess!" He sing songs back, voice strained. An obvious lie, they both know. "Almost...fini- WHOA, that was a big one!"
Victoria wants to shrivel up like a prune. She did NOT need to hear that information.
"When you're done get out here! I got you food that you didn't look for hard enough!"
"Eh... th-thank you, Doctor," Ygor's too exhausted to snap back again. Victoria sighs, shaking her head. Ah, this little idiot of an assistant. Who knew one could be both so smart and so dumb at the same time?
In a few short minutes, Ygor is out. He stumbles over to the measly table, melting onto the chair.
"Oh look at that, chips," He says, munching on them in desperation. He finds the cockroach in there, too, and a grin splits his face. "Ah, a tasty little roach! Wonder when he crawled in."
"I put it in," Victoria grumbles, arms crossed. It's not easy for her to show kindness or generosity to Ygor, but he needs this, even if it's begrudged. "you're welcome."
"Thank you, Doctor!" Ygor beams, downing the roach with a crunch. Victoria winces at the sound, wondering how and why he even likes those. Another face palm from her. It almost feels like a wonder he's still alive. It makes him happy though, still, and Victoria feels... not bad about that, strangely enough.
As Ygor downs the chips and ice water, Victoria makes a mental note to bring more food down here and not leave it all in the main kitchen upstairs. And maybe give Ygor a break. Or two. And to get milk, in case this happens again.
"Don't expect me to do this for you again." Victoria warns him, but in her heart she knows she'll help him when needed. Maybe. Sometimes.
"You got it, boss!" Ygor gives her a thumbs up, getting another eye roll from her. What a little weirdo. At this point her eyes are probably super strong and flexible due to Ygor's shenanigans.
Deep down she knows that she cares for him in some form, but she refuses to show weakness. Her only goal in life is to keep the Frankenstein name alive alongside the creatures she builds (with Ygor), and she can't have any type of sentiment get in the way. Besides, he's only around to help with the creations, there's no need to become friends. Friends get in the way. He's a work partner, nothing more.
When she looks at him though now, seeing the awkward assistant that he is, she allows herself a small bit of care for him to make itself known. Just a small amount.
"Are you able to continue helping with our newest experiment?" She asks him, keeping her voice professional.
"Ygor thinks so," He replies, "my body is a little better after that."
"Good," She walks with purpose back to the lab. "come on. We got work to do." Ygor follows, ready to return to their project.
Victoria makes another mental note to order a huge dinner for tonight and leftovers so that Ygor doesn't go hungry again. All so that he functions properly, of course. She also takes note to catch any cockroaches that might be scuttling around, just in case.