AND I'M DONE ASKING WHY ☆ poison making

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── The interest in Angelembrace's gaze practically radiated when he heard the word "poison" and stumbled upon the second experiment that Arvid had presented publicly. Quite a jump from making little snacks, this was certainly the opposite of edible and fun, no? However, following behind the others, minus poor Astraea, Angel was also fascinated by the concept of the rodents' executions. He knew that some plants were fatal if ingested, but even he had no thoughts about using them to create poison that could potentially be used later against, what? Enemies. Oh, that was simply just diabolical.

The jaguar cub paced slowly around the gathered group, as if he was almost leisurely observing, before eventually coming to a smooth stop by the first dead mouse. Hemlock, if his ears had not failed him, despite arriving to watch later. Pale yellow eyes trailed over the stiffened, paralyzed bodies, jumping through every known hoop of death right into rigor mortis. "Arvid?" Angel began, tail twitching in earnest interest, lifting the first victim in a small paw. "If you won't have any further use for these, would you be so kind as to maybe...donate one to me? Or, all of them? It's for science."