of his ridiculous grilled cheese socks. fishing out another cup 、standing to set it on the ground inches from simon's weary eye. ❫
here 、this one has a different taste. i'd have to add water but it might be better than plain chicken.
❪ watching differing features morph into what looked to be * confusion 、he questions the life he'd endured before .͟.͟.͟ vividly recalling peeling ichor doused body from the wrecks of a welded submersible after the hail mary +
「 The fuck* is a
barbeque .
Chickens . . . he knew
of . From stories his
Mother spoke of him,
of the bird that could
never fly .
He's staring . Boil
water ?
++
had almost crashed into an unknown interstellar moon 、he doesn't trust rocky with piloting mary after 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.
hands steepled 、thoughts whirring through mind as he slowly stands——peeling open the government issued duffel bag at the foot +
thumb rolling over faded label with a pointed look and adjustment of crooked glasses upon nose's bridge. ❫
that was just chicken flavor 、most bland of anything. but we've got so many different flavors 、my personal favourite is barbecue.
❪ lack of response doesn't deter blatant joy at another human presence being within close vicinity——he was used to a deafening silence that'd elicited ears to ring if any louder.
he doubted the man were listening 、nor taking word +
「 Flavors ?
What the /fuck/ was a
flavor . He's quick to eat
the noodles, like a frenzied
dog .
He scarfed it
down — before
taking a few steps
forward and setting fhe
cup down .
++
but it mattered little in the grand scheme of things ؛ finally with some company other than an eridian's bossiness & armando hardly counted as viable presence.
with caution 、he takes a step forward and picks up the empty cup. +
❪ mentally taking note of skittish behaviour 、akin to a cornered animal desperate for a single hint of food. cautious to take such .͟.͟.͟ it has the scientist curious.
worried too. ❫
tastes good 、yeah? think they knew +
「 A step closer, before
squatting down and
picking up the cup .
And quickly backing
away again before
taking a bite .
💭 Shit .
It was significantly
better in texture and
taste compared to the
nutrient bricks he
had ate in confinement . 」
you want me to—— oh 、right.
❪ crouching down 、the cup of ramen and plastic fork still inside was set on the ground between scientist & convict——hands drawn to fidget with bitten down nails. ❫
next time i'll round up something with +
「 💭 The fuck is a burrito ?
His hand pointed at the
ground between them .
Indication of a handless
passoff . The man did *not
want to even get close
to the other's flesh that
seeped with blood
underneath . 」