dating dr poison

>you will never be a soldier in the imperial german army
>you will never walk back to your barracks after lunch and see some lady struggling to carry some equipment
>you will never offer to help her out and see the genuine surprise in her eyes
>you will never learn that most people tend to avoid her because of her scars and the nature of her work
>you will never tell a joke that makes her laugh hysterically, the ceramic plates of her mask clinking together
>you will never ask her out for a drink only to see her turn an odd shade of red and giggle nervously to herself
>you will never get an ambush kiss to the cheek that leaves your skin with a tingling, almost burning sensation
>you will never see her run off muttering to herself about how the pheromones must be working

-later-

>"anon, what happened to my apis mellifera sample? i n-need to do some work before our date tonight"
>"oh, you mean your queen bee extract?"
>instruments clatter onto a metal tray
>"h-how did you know about that? not that it matters anyway!"
>"you know you just leave your notebook lying around, right? i know why your perfume always smells like honey"
>"th-th-this is preposterous! what you're insinuating..."
>"i was angry at first, but i don't mind that much."
>"really?"
>you draw her close and run a finger along her mask, a gentle scraping sound of skin on ceramic echoes through the room
>"i guess we just have chemistry"
>she breaks away from the embrace and starts giggling
>"hee hee hee, this just opened up so many possibilities! so many formulas to try..."