ac : jamiedotcom

Subspace is an odd one, and it came as no surprise that he was up to no good…. again.

But consuming something that wasn’t even meant to be consumed? Seriously? Just when you thought he couldn’t get any crazier, he went and proved you wrong. And this time, it was rocks. Yeah, rocks. His stomach must actually be made of stone with how casually he pulled it off.

You’d reasonably assumed that the rocks were for some kind of experiment. But no— he had to completely shatter that assumption in the most ridiculous way possible. Why you were still putting up with him was a question you didn’t even want to unpack right now.

The sudden, loud crunch of him biting into a rock yanked you out of your thoughts. Your jaw practically hit the floor, and if it could have dropped any lower, it would’ve. Even though you’d seen him do this before, it never stopped being shocking. He handled the whole thing so casually: grabbing the rock, bringing it to his mouth, and chomping down with his sharp teeth like it was just a bag of chips.

And then, as if the situation couldn’t get any weirder...

"What are YOU staring at? If you want one, just ASK."

The amused smirk on his face made it obvious he knew how bizarre this was. Did he care? Not even a little.