[the finished poisons, the ones in neat, pretty bottles waiting for new homes, are where he ends up gravitating. the jars of ingredients each catch his attention and let go, but those ones hold.
they're also conveniently nearby. he doesn't even have to stand, just pushing himself up onto his knees to bring them to eye-level while he picks through them. it has been a long time since he's handled poisons that weren't made by his own mouth, so he's actually genuinely excited to get his hands on them.
one by one, Tonic's creations are lovingly inspected until Tek is either interrupted or he reaches the end of the shelf.]
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they're also conveniently nearby. he doesn't even have to stand, just pushing himself up onto his knees to bring them to eye-level while he picks through them. it has been a long time since he's handled poisons that weren't made by his own mouth, so he's actually genuinely excited to get his hands on them.
one by one, Tonic's creations are lovingly inspected until Tek is either interrupted or he reaches the end of the shelf.]