"Just a little drop on your ribcage should do. I don't want to over power you with this stuff right out the gate. For all I know applying too much will turn you into a skeleton stuck in a flesh pile." Diego looked up at the taller form of Django before him, who sat on the edge of one of the lab's tables.

" If you use too little will I end up getting organs but not a fleshy outside to hold them?"

" I don't- uuhh...I guess we'll see?" Diego shrugged, giving a half smile up to Django.

"...Well, works for me." Django gave a shrug, taking his poncho off and setting it to the side with his hat. " Just tell me what to do, Doc."

" I guess just stand up, and try to be ready. If you react in a bad way I will have the ability to reverse it."

Django gave a nod as he pushed himself to his feet, putting his hands on his hips in wait. Diego swallowed, before holding out the tube of formula to Django's ribcage. He knew he was playing with a dangerous force he didn't understand, that he was never taught to understand. But, if life like the peach tree was sustained on his blood then it must hold a way to form organic matter out of nothing but its magical properties..aaand a mix in of a few other ingredients the human body is made of.

He held his breath as he watched the first drop of the prismatic liquid drop onto the bone, quickly retracting back as he waited. The test he performed on chicken bones took a second for the reaction to kick in.

A moment passed, Django was looking down at the drop, then up to Diego, then back down at the drop. Another moment...nothing…

"...fuck." Diego reached his hand up to rub the side of his face, " I don't understand. This worked not even an hour before you got here! Is there a time limit on this stuff?" He turned to head to one of his computers, setting the tube down to start looking over data. " Maybe I need to apply it just after it's made-" He was cut short by a yelp, and turning to face the only other person with him, he saw why.

Django was being enveloped by a cloud spewing from the liquid on his rib-cage, shimmering in the same way the liquid did. Diego leaned back, taken aback by the cloud. This certainly didn't happen in the testing phase! Soon the skeleton was shrouded in the cloud, which stuck around his form like the two were magnetic.

"D-Django?!" Diego forced himself to step closer, " Talk to me, man! What's happening?" He was scared, the unknown of his own magical force was too big of a risk! He knew it was! Why was he do stupid to do this? But his thoughts and fears were soon cut short by the sound of...coughing? Django never coughed, at least not around him. The cloud was starting to shrink, giving way to an actual form.

Dark skin, long black hair, muscular body, hands currently at his mouth as he coughed. Diego couldn't help but hang his mouth open in shock as the man before him finally cleared his throat and opened up his eyes, red in color just like before but...human. "Jeez...What was tha-haaa-HAAAA!"

Django looked at his hands, then slowly down his body. "...Holy SHIT!" Django turned to Diego, looking back down at himself, then back up. " HOLY SHIT!"

"...h-holy shit." Diego repeated as he stared wide-eyed at the -human- before him. He was handsome, which he knew would be a given. Django was oddly attractive as a skeleton, so it would give reason he would be an attractive human. What he wasn't expecting was the muscle definition or how long his hair was… He figured a just-turned human Django would lack in such things since he had never had them before. Oddly, as well, the engravings Django had on his skeletal form had transitioned into tattoos against the dark-brown of his skin.

Diego cleared his throat, wanting to look away from Django as he felt his cheeks burning from...s-something? Why did he feel like this? He finally pried his eyes away enough to get the stethoscope next to him, rushing over quickly before hesitating, then placing his human hand on Django's shoulders to keep the shocked skele-uh...man? To keep the man still. He gently placed the stethoscope on his chest, hearing a steady heart rate and deep breathing… It really did work.

"W-wel-" Diego's voice cracked slightly, forcing him to clear his throat again before repeating, " Well….congratulations...You are a -fucking- human!" Diego looked up at Django, who looked like he was still processing that this whole experiment actually worked.

"B-but we are not out of the park yet….There is a lot of testing we should do…"