The scientist nodded. “Yes, yes it is good,” he said. Vexen wayched, making sure the hothead didn’t miss anything.
The red head slowly looked up at the scientist. ”Hey, I don’t need to be watched, I wont miss anything.” He said, looking at the floor.
“You don’t just drag the broom around, Axel,” he sighed. “That doesn’t get things clean. Do you even know how to sweep, Number Eight,” Vexen asked.
"I know how to sweep! I just.. don’t really do it and I didn’t want to put effort into it, but I can try." He said, starting to sweep normally. "This good?" He asked.
The scientist rolled his eyes at the comment. “In the cupboard labeled cleaning supplies,” he said. Vexen continued to work.
The red head smiled, then got the broom out. He just started walking around as he dragged the broom behind him. “This is easy.” He laughed a little.
Vexen laughed. “I won’t make Saix give you a mission. Just sweep and finish heating those chemicals and you’ll be fine,” he said with a smirk. “There, you also heard me laugh.”
"It was weak." He whispered, then looked around. "Where is the broom thing?" He asked, starting to walk around the lab.
“Just for a minute each,” Vexen said with a nod. “Well, sweeping better become an Axel thing or I’ll find someone to give you a mission,” he said threateningly.
Axel shot a glare at the back of Vexen’s head, like he was trying to get heat vision, then gave up. “Fine! You mean.. mean old man.” He grumbled, continuing to heat up the beakers. “Just don’t make Saix give me a mission..”
“Well, you could heat up a few of those chemicals over there,” he said, pointing to a few beakers on his lab station. “And the lab needs a good sweep,” Vexen said.
"Well how hot do you want them?" He asked, looking over at the beakers. He walked over to them, then put a single finger on the glass. "Tell me when." He said, making his finger get hotter and hotter as he made the beaker warmed. "Oh and I don’t do sweeping. Not an Axel thing."
The scientist put his hand to his face. “What do you need to do, Axel,” he asked. Vexen then continued to do his work while he waited for Axel’s answer.
"Well, I have nothing right now! So I’m very boored." He groaned, starting to pace around the lab. "Do you have anything to do Vexen? Need help with anything?" He asked quietly, peaking over the scientists shoulder.
Vexen put his hand to his face. “You are a pest, you know that, right,” he said. “What do you really want, Axel,” the scientist asked.
Axel let out a groan. “I’m boored!” He whined, putting his head back. “Everyone is busy and doing what they need to do!”
“DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING IN MY LAB,” Vexen screamed. He snatched the object away from Axel and put it in a drawer. “How many time do I have to tell you that, Eight?”
"I’m touching the air! I’m touching the floor!" He said, starting to pat on the counter. "Touchy touchy!" He laughed a bit, then nodded. "Yes, Eight is right."
“I have it go through tests and have members try them out,” Vexen said logically. He then got angry. “Axel, what have I told you about touching things in the lab,” he questioned.
"Thank you for not testing it out on me." He said, then looked over at him. "I.. well.." He went quiet, then looked at the object in his hand. "I do not know."