[If Kimbley is bothered by any dreams he may or may not have had this weekend, he's certainly not sharing that news with anyone else; chances are, though, that he isn't - the whole weird thing seems to have had the opposite effect on him. He isn't exactly around much on Sunday, spending most of that day in his room doing god knows what (occasionally disappearing into the storage room to retrieve things, but otherwise being a generally inaccessible asshole), but that seems to change come particularly early Monday morning.
Namely, he's awake at godawful o'clock in the morning and already in the chemistry lab - like, we're talking well before the morning chimes, going through here and taking inventory of absolutely goddamn everything. Once in a while he sets things aside, placing them out on the table in sets like he's going to try to accomplish something eventually but never quite gets there, just because there is so much stuff and Kimbley is overstimulated and life is great right now.
...He is going to be in here literally all day. He is not going to remember to eat. He is going to have absurd amounts of notes all over this table if you let him, all of them pretty much the written equivalent of weird yelling in German. (It does not appear to be translated, for whatever reason; just a bunch of aggressively German notes.)
It's probably worth noting, though, that he seems to have figured out what to do with his hair; it's tied back properly with that massive length of ribbon, and the result...actually looks a fucklot stupider than it did down, but at least he seems happy.
...He'll come out of there eventually, though, primarily to wander through first aid for a brief while; he'll look around for a while before taking some of the goddamn bags of blood and promptly fucking off with them back to the chemistry lab like that isn't one of the more sketch things you'll see today.
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Namely, he's awake at godawful o'clock in the morning and already in the chemistry lab - like, we're talking well before the morning chimes, going through here and taking inventory of absolutely goddamn everything. Once in a while he sets things aside, placing them out on the table in sets like he's going to try to accomplish something eventually but never quite gets there, just because there is so much stuff and Kimbley is overstimulated and life is great right now.
...He is going to be in here literally all day. He is not going to remember to eat. He is going to have absurd amounts of notes all over this table if you let him, all of them pretty much the written equivalent of weird yelling in German. (It does not appear to be translated, for whatever reason; just a bunch of aggressively German notes.)
It's probably worth noting, though, that he seems to have figured out what to do with his hair; it's tied back properly with that massive length of ribbon, and the result...actually looks a fucklot stupider than it did down, but at least he seems happy.
...He'll come out of there eventually, though, primarily to wander through first aid for a brief while; he'll look around for a while before taking some of the goddamn bags of blood and promptly fucking off with them back to the chemistry lab like that isn't one of the more sketch things you'll see today.
He's. He's having a good day.]