No Time To Study

All of his chores were finally over with, and Barry was finally glad he had time to study. He just finished his laundry, and he was already done with vacuuming the house, and now there was only one thing left to do. The student reached out on his desk and lifted a history textbook from it. He was going to keep up on his grades, and the test was less than a week away. As he leaned back in his office chair and turned on his desk light, he though about how nice this free time would be- maybe he could watch a movie tonight, maybe something else. All he knew was that, after this, he finally had time off. [i]This shouldn't take too long,[/i] he thought to himself.
As if to immediately prove himself wrong, his room-mate Veaux ran into the living room Barry's desk was situated.
Barry had forgotten that he would be at home today. [i] Darn it.[/i]
"Hey Veaux, I didn't think you were in. What's up?" Barry said with a falsely pleased tone.
"Barry! I just wanted to show you my new thing!" Veaux replied.
"And that is..."
"Didn't you notice?"
"Err..."
It was at this point where Barry noticed his room-mate had, since the last time he saw him, sported a second pair of eyes. They were perched quite unsettlingly above his usual pair, but smaller and red in complexion. Barry kind of stared at his friend for a moment, and then said to him, "I... See."
"I know, right? Isn't it more like... [b]I[/b] see?" Veaux said, and then promptly laughed at his own joke.
"Do those... Things... Work?"
"Kinda. They're kinda foggy, but that's not the point! Arn't they cool?!"
"...Cool?"
"Yeah!"
"So, how did you-"
"Spider DNA! I even though of it myself!"
"Oh God," Barry said, holding his head in his hand, "Was the thing you ordered online last week possibly a splicing machine?"
"... Maybe." Veaux replied sheepishly.
"Look, your... modifications are 'cool' and all, but i'm trying to study. Maybe you could tell me the wonders of your new toy... Later?"
"Oh," his room-mate said, face falling," If that's what your doing. Sorry."
"So if you'll just-"
"Yeah. Got it!" he said, walking back into his bedroom.
Now that Barry knew his friend had gotten a hold of a splicing machine, he knew Veaux's life as a non-maniac was over. He was crazy about the splicing scene, and Barry dismissed it as a simple interest, that is, until the price of the machines dropped. In hindsight, Barry thought he should of known what that giant box that the mail company delivered last week was.
But, of course, he didn't mind Veaux's antics unless they disrupted his habits. Barry, for once, thankfully resumed studying. Just as he finished up reviewing his notes on the early 20th century, he heard a bumping noise coming from- where else!- Vaeux's room. [i]Oh no, please don't come out here, please don't...[/i]
At that moment, his room-mate predictably came barreling into the living room once again.
"Barry!"
"What is it?" he said, with just a hint of annoyance.
"I forgot to show you something else!"
Looking upon Vaeux once again, Barry noticed that he had changed his appearence in short order- in addition to his eyes, his skin was now a sickly white colour.
"What, the skin now?"
"Yup! It's immune to acid and stuff! I figured it out by-"
"Vaeux, look. I told you once; I'm trying to get something done here," Barry said exasperatedly.
"But-"
"Please?"
"Fine... Sorry."
"Thank you," he said, as his room-mate slinked back into his room and closed the door.
Barry went back to his reading with intent. He was determined now to finish his studies, and Veaux would not be getting in his way from now on. He stared at his book with a slightly angry grimace for a second, and then got back to his work. [i]Oh, how nice it'll be when I'm done. I need to get out of here![/i]
After just a few pages, however, Barry found his thoughts wandering. [i] If those Social Justice blokes knew what he was doing with that splicing machine, they would be more annoyed than I am, That's for sure,[/i] he though, [i] Ha, if being more annoyed with him than me is possible.[/i]
[i]If only the splicing machine's userbase didn't extend beyond the "species dysphoric" loonies. Now Veaux's got one. And he's far worse...[/i]
Barry, suddenly realizing he was off-track, snapped his head back towards his book. This, however, proved to be futile, as he immediately after heard a voice from the other room. [i]His[/i] voice.
"Barry! ... Barry!"
"What is it," Barry replied with a flat tone.
"You have to see this! It's so sweet!"
As his friend walked into the room, Barry got out of his chair. "Veaux-"
"Look! I can do this," he said, ignoring Barry's protest, as he then somehow flexed his left leg above his head while holding onto the table near his door. A loud pop was heard from his joint. "I replaced my bones wi-"
Barry was through with him. "[i]Vaeux.[/i] For the first night this week, I have time to myself. I am trying to get this done, and you are not helping!"
"But, but... I haven't seen you much, and I just got the-"
"It's my time, too! I really need this, and I don't want to hear about you and your stupid machine right now!"
"You... Don't like the new machine?" Veuax stammered, putting his leg back into the socket.
"No, Vaeux. I don't," Barry angrily replied.
"Fine then," Veaux suddenly shouted, "You don't need to know about the stuff I'm doing anyways! Hmmph."
"Look, you don't need to-"
However, knowing his room-mate was ignoring him at this point, Barry trailed off when he saw Veaux run back into his room in a huff. [i]Great. Now I've pissed him off.[/i]
Barry, after the incident, tried to get back to his work ,but he found the task simply impossible. He was beginning to feel guilty for talking to his room-mate like that; he wasn't usually so short with him. [i] I don't really see him a lot, he's right. Maybe...[/i]
It was then that Barry decided that he had to give his friend an apology, if for nothing else but to get his mind off of it. [i]Great.[/i] He got out of the chair again and walked over to the now-closed door. He heard angry, muffled mumbling from the other side.
"Veaux?"
"What."
"Can I come in?"
"Why? It's not like you want to talk to me or anything."
Barry sighed. "Look, Veaux, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I've just been on edge tonight, and I shouldn't have."
"...Really?"
"Yes. Really."
"So... You don't think my machine sucks?"
"No, Veaux. I don't."
Suddenly, the door flew open, and his room-mate came out. "So, do you wanna see the machine and the DNA and stuff?!" he said excitedly.
"Sure."
"Well, why didn't you say so, come in!" he said as he beckoned Barry into his room. Currently taking up most of the room, in addition to the usual stacks of books and dirty clothes, was a vary large splicing machine. It had buttons and lights in a series of rows along the side, at least two monitors, and some tubes full of some liquid. Attached to a long hose was that looked like a large needle.
"See, here's my new splicing machine! It recombines DNA! Isn't that cool?" "For sure, it's-"
"I know, right! Here, let me show you how it works. I take the DNA, put it into this main tube, and take the needle, and inject it!" Veaux then physically indicated the aforementioned steps by grabbing the needle in his hand and dragging it halfway across the room.
"All you have to do is- Oof!" Veaux said as his leg suddenly buckled beneath him. He fell on his side half-way onto his cluttered desk, flailing his arms. The needle in his hand, as a result, flew away from him and across the room, out of Barry's sight.
"Oh... Uh..." Veaux slowly said, getting up from the ground, leaning against the desk. "Barry?"
His room-mate's tone suddenly made him worry. "...What?"
"Uhh..."
Barry then took that moment to quietly look downwards. He, upon looking, noticed the large needle, hose still attached, sticking out of his right arm.
He realized at that point that, no, he wasn't going to have any free time tonight.