TEA
As the Gold Tips Imperial neared completion, Aizawa put on a lab apron and safety goggles. He set a laboratory scale on a marble block, tared a volumetric cylinder, and snapped open a jar of chemically pure sugar. With a metal scoopula, he tipped delicate flecks of sugar into the flask until he achieved the specific mass of sugar Nezu's tea required. Using a funnel, Aizawa poured the tea inside and used a dropper to precisely level the tea at the line. He vigorously swirled the tea until every granule of sugar had dissolved.
Aizawa tipped the volumetric flask into a warmed mug and shook out every last drop. He dipped an Eppendorf pipet into a jar of cream sourced from a local dairy farm and drew up a tiny, precise dose. Once he got the tea whirling with a spoon, he dispensed the cream, which formed wispy white swirls as it blended in.
Next, Aizawa changed into a black butler's uniform, decorated with white frills along the collar and cuffs. He set the tea on a silver platter and held it in one hand. His polished shoes clacked on the floor as he strode up to Nezu. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he set the down his offering, bowed, and stepped away.
Seconds passed. Every teacher in the room held their breath, watching Nezu with a mixture of awe and dread. Nezu' paws darted across the keyboard, and he stared wide-eyed at the screen with pupils large enough to see stars in broad daylight. Mutters about test subjects and experiments tumbled off his tongue, punctuated by the occasional maniacal cackle.
Steam curled from the mug and wafted over Nezu's nose. His paws froze over the keys. Nose twitching and eyes vacant, Nezu reached for the mug and held it under his nose for a moment.
"Hey, is that tea ready yet?" Present Mic shouted from his perch half a mile away. As one, the teachers shushed him, and Present Mic whispered back, "Sorry!"
Nezu took a sip. A warm smile spread across his face as his pupils returned to their normal size. His expression turned confused as he stared out at the carnage and destruction in front of him.
"Good heavens, looks like the students really went overboard this year. We'll have to lecture them on collateral damage."
Every teacher let out the breath they had been holding. Aizawa glanced at the strewn wreckage of Mechagodzilla and asked, "How are we going to judge points this year?"
"The same way we always do, I imagine," Nezu said amiably. "Unless there was something I missed?"
Aizawa pointed out the window at the heaps of robots. Nezu peered out and said, "Huh, did some of the prototypes get released by mistake? Ah, no matter. I'm sure we'll think of something."
"It appears some of the students were seriously injured by the prototypes."
Nezu grinned. "That's what we pay Recovery Girl for, isn't it?"
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Did I celebrate over 200 followers yet? If not, woo! Just a short bit to 200 faves as well. Anyways, I've been thinking about how this has been going, and I feel that dialogue's swallowing up a bit too much of the word count lately. This chapter, I focused on using as little dialogue as possible. Let me know what you think.