The Finishing touches

Damian was working on his new project, the buttons. He had to opperate under a microscope, as they were too small to be seen with the naked eye. Every couple of seconds he shot a look at the wall, seeing through it with his sunglasses. Eventully he saw someone outwide. "Hello, how may i help you?" He asked, his voice not betraying a hint of emotion

Chris walked in "nah, just checkin' up on some sites i frequent" he sat down next to him "whats up? you wanna toke?"

"No. That stuff wil do nothing but make my mind power suffer under its influential smell. And if theres anything i cant spare right now, its mind power." Damian said matter-o-factly as e pushed something with his forceps and picked up some tweezers

Christopher laughed "killin' the brain is a common misconception, im still sharp as ever" he displayed this by pulling out a quarter, waving his hand, causing it to disappear, he then stomped his foot on the ground and spat it out he grinned "so whats your story?"