”what the hell are you doing?!.?.” (tw/// sh)

recently, Medkit had picked up a certain habit. Smoking.

Subspace was of course first to notice then begin to lecture him on the dangers, he didn’t listen though.

it was another day at Blackrock, Medkit was smoking in him and Subspace’s lab which was something he of course knew wasnt a good idea but it was the only place he had thought of at the moment.

he took a few drags before rolling up his sleeve and hesitating a bit the lit end of the cigarette hovering over his already somewhat scarred arms from previous times hes done this, he braved himself before placing it on his arm and holding it there for a bit.

he heard the door to their lab unlock and he immediately scrambled to roll his sleeve back up and try hide the cigarette but obviously failed hiding the cigarette in time.

Subspace entered into the lab seeing Medkit sitting at the table and of course with the cigarette.

his expression immediately shifted from neutral to annoyed and or angry with the other in a concerned way.