So Charlie blew off studying in the twenty minutes before his Biology exam. He'd studied hard enough already, and he didn’t really care about the genus of frogs right now. He ducked into the electronics lab and he picked up the tools he remembered playing with so many years ago. These were more powerful than the ones he played with as a boy, but he knew what they did. He grabbed a few scraps and put something together, a battery at its heart, electricity, life. It worked.
It was crude, but it worked, and that filled him with more joy than he could explain. Fuck yes. He felt refreshed and alive and excited like he hadn’t been in a long, long time. He couldn't wait to tell Natty.
