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Subspace crackled as he threw one of his mines into an unsuspecting Sword. Watching Sword whip his head around, looking for the culprit was always so funny! He melted away from the edge of the cliff he was on and went to help the rest of his team.

He then noticed a small shape out of the corner of his working eye. Those horns looked mighty familiar...

Medkit. 

Medkit didn't seem to be running away frantically, meaning he hadn't noticed Subspace yet. Ducking behind a rock, Subspace decided to spy on him and wait. The medic scanned the mountains around him and he seemed to have deemed it safe enough. He flopped down on the grass, seeming to take a rest. Perfect. Subspace could get a kill. However before he could even move, there seemed to be a noise.

He watched as Skateboard ran over Medkit and circled with a few hits before going, not bothering to check if his prey had died.

Well, no matter. Subspace can finish the job. Walking over, he grabbed a pink crystal from his bag and loomed over Medkit, covering him in shadows. Medkit rolled over and oh...

Oh. He looked bad. His forehead had a massive gash and his face was red and bruised in some places. He also looked like he hadn't slept in days, which was probably true.

Medkit groaned and muttered something under his breath.

"What?" Subspace huffed, grabbing the medkit beside Medkit.

"It's you..."

Subspace rolled his eye and carefully picked up Medkit bridal style. The other man, too tired to move, blushed a bit, before turning his head away.

"Why?"

Subspace gave a little hum to that. He wasn't sure why he decided to spare Medkit.

"Skateboard did a number on you. You look rough. Have you slept?"

"No. Too much work... SUBSPACE!" Medkit jolted and wrapped his arms around Subspace's neck as the pink demon almost tipped and fell over.

"PFFFT, the look on your face!"

Medkit blushed and frowned, pouting a little. "I wasn't scared..."

"Yea yea," Subspace carefully rolled Medkit from his carry onto the ground and then proceeded to open the green case. "What the fuck is a mini saw doing in your medkit?"

Subspace looked down at its blade, sharp. What did someone need a saw for? In a medical kit?

"For emergencies... medical and other."

Subspace decided not to question it, grabbing some wet wipes. He held Medkit's face, cleaning off his face and carefully applying some bandages on him. Medkit seemed to lean a little into the touch and his eyes fluttered close. Soon finishing, Subspace tilted to admire his handiwork and made a mistake. Letting go of Medkit, Subspace had the pleasure of witnessing Medkit crash on the grass, somehow still asleep.

Sighing, Subspace checked the time and saw the match was almost over. He stood and lightly kicked Medkit. 

"Wake up. Don't make me throw you off this cliff."

No response. Subspace bent down to carry Medkit. He then picked up their gears and began walking towards the lockers. It wasn't the last round of the day, but he had a feeling Medkit wouldn't wake up in the next day or so.

Subspace grunted, struggling a bit under the weight of the younger man. 

"Damn it! Why are you so heavy! You're an inch shorter than me!"

Grumbling, he finally managed to reach his car, and after some jostling, he slid Medkit into the back. Subspace then secured Medkit to prevent him from sliding around when they got on the highway. 

The drive home was quiet. Medkit's light snores filled the cabin as soft music played. It was perfect for Subspace to mull over his thoughts and plan for what he needed to do. Since Medkit was a traitor, he was going to have to sneak him in, which was easy. Anybody else would have their cars ransacked but not Subspace. The higher-ups trusted him.

Driving through the border, he looked over to the dashboard. 5 pm. He turned back and glanced at Medkit, poking him.

"Wake up."

Medkit only scrunched up his face and shifted, still asleep. Subspace cursed and got out of the car. Grabbing Medkit and the gears, he walked over to his apartment and entered.

Hoping to wake up Medkit, he dropped him on the sofa. That did the trick.

"Ow. What was that for?!" Medkit barked, rubbing his back.

"You wouldn't wake up." Subspace huffed, grabbing some cup noodles.

"Well, where am I? Wait, you didn't KIDNAP ME? RIGHT?" Medkit looked at Subspace, his eye wide.

"No, I dragged you to my super evil underground base to harvest your organs." Subspace sarcastically retorted.

"Actually, I can imagine you doing that..." Medkit responded.

Subspace blinked at him and handed him the now-ready cup of noodles.

"Just fucking eat this."

Subspace first heard the birds cooing. A sure sign morning was here. He slowly opened his eyes, pink eye blinking at the sunlight.

He felt a warm presence on his right side. Turning his head, he saw the demon he cuddled with all night. Medkit was still asleep, hugging Subspace.

Subspace smiled at the sight. Lifting a hand, he brushed away some hair, and his hand brushed against the hot skin of Medkit’s forehead. Subspace stilled, his smile fading. He then opened his hand, placing his palm on Medkit's forehead.

He was burning up. 

After carefully removing himself from Medkit's tight grasp, Subspace went to the bathroom, thinking about the day ahead. It looks like he had to play nurse today. It was lucky that today was his off day from phights. 

After finishing his hygiene routine, he checked on Medkit, who was still asleep. He had shifted a bit but didn't look ready to wake up anytime soon. Subspace grabbed a towel and some bandages and ran the towel under cool water. Walking over, he observed for movement. Finding none, he carefully put the towel over the ill demon's head. He then took off the old bandages from yesterday and reapplied the new ones on the starting-to-scar wounds.

After taking care of that, he walked over to the kitchen. The pink demon took out some eggs and fixed himself an omelet with apple juice. He silently munched, scrolling through his phone. He had no work to do, so he was free today. Great.

Finishing up his light breakfast, he dropped his plates with a crash when he heard a loud sneeze.

Subspace rushed over to the bedroom, startling Medkit.

“GAH, Subspace did you fucking teleport or something!” Medkit held a hand over his heart. “Fucking gave me a heart attack.”

Subspace sighed, putting his hand on his head, face palming. “You scared me with that loud-ass scream of a sneeze.”

"Sorry..." Medkit sniffed. He coughed and slid into the covers, moaning a bit. "Everything hurts... I feel like my joints are on fire..."

Subspace nodded and grabbed the now warm towel off Medkit's head. He lifted the covers and realized Medkit was still dressed in his phight clothes. 

"Hey... wanna borrow some of my clothes?" Subspace offered.

Medkit only let out a pained whine. 

"Should I help you or can-" Subspace began but was cut off by Medkit shaking his head yes. Nodding, he rummaged through his closet. Thank goodness they were the same size. Picking out a blue shirt and some patterned pants, he picked up a black hoodie which he figured Medkit would like. 

Slowly, Subspace took off the trenchcoat and helped slip the shirt on Medkit, and did the same for his pants. He then offered the hoodie, to which nodded his head again, so Subspace helped him with the hoodie.

Then scooping up Medkit bridal style, despite the demon's protests, he carried him to the living room. Did he see Medkit blush? No, that was probably the trick of the eye.

Dropping Medkit on the sofa chair (softly this time), he sat beside him.

"Whadda want for breakfast?" Subspace grinned at Medkit, his tail lightly flicking behind him. Medkit just groaned and squished his head into Subspace's chest, letting out a muffled, "Bread."

Subspace pried Medkit off him and laid him down on the couch. He then hovered over his face and kissed him on the forehead.

"Bread coming right up!"

Humming to himself, he walked to the kitchen to prepare the simple meal, failing to notice Medkit blushing ferociously.

Subspace looked over the crystals, checking for any imperfections. They all seemed to be alright. However, he needed to check one more. His tail flicked behind him and he brought a crystal carefully up to his eye. He didn't want to blow himself up after all!

Deeming the crystals good enough, he carefully slid them into a container for later use.

Subspace then slid the container into the shelves he had. 

He walked over to the door, looking over everything one last time before he closed the door.

Walking over to the living room, he saw Medkit sprawled out, snoring away. His plate was on the table. However, it still had a piece of bread, the corner nibbled off. What the hell? Subspace looked over at the medic, disappointed.

He sat beside Medkit and shook him, lightly this time.

Medkit opened his eye, blinking rapidly before coughing.

“Erg…what you want…” Medkit mumbled, putting his hand over his eye.

Subspace removed Medkit’s arm and put his claws on Medkit’s forehead. It was still burning.

Giving a sigh, his imp tail waved in front of Medkit’s face, and then it pointed at the plate on the table. Subspace watched the teal demon’s eye follow the tail, his eye settling on the food.

“So.”

“I don’t eat well in other people’s houses,” Medkit spoke, his eye drifting towards Subspace.

“Medkit, I saw you destroy the buffet table during an after-phight party.”

“No.”

Subspace sighed, looking at Medkit’s body. He placed his hand on his stomach, claws digging into the blue shirt.

“I’m taking this off.”

Medkit tried to sit up and get away from Subspace, but the stronger demon pinned him down and carefully pulled off the shirt. He looked down at Medkit and then made eye contact. 

“You’ve been starving yourself,” Subspace stated point blank.

Medkit shook his head, trying to deny it.

Subspace got off Medkit’s body, lightly blushing as he realized the position they both were in. Thankful for the mask, he cleared his throat and gave Medkit a glare.

“Me. You. Kitchen. Food.”

Medkit sighed, ”If you insist…”

Subspace grabbed the plate on the table and went to support Medkit, guiding him to the kitchen, their tails wrapped around each other. 

Watching the water heat up, Subspace turned to Medkit.

“So why? Why did you starve yourself?” Subspace demanded, his voice low with disappointment.

Medkit shook his head, and then placed it in his hands, shaking.

Subspace quickly walked and crouched down to hug Medkit, concerned. The smaller man hugged him back, burying his face into Subspace’s chest.

“I’m sorry, is it a sensitive issue?” Subspace questioned.

Medkit nodded, not wanting to say anything in favor of keeping his head in Subspace’s warm chest. The two stayed in that position, both lightly blushing. Subspace idly played with Medkit’s fluffy hair as Medmit just let him, wanting to be embraced and surrounded by the heat Subspace gave off.

Until there was a loud hiss.

“Oh shit! The water!”

Subspace quickly untangled himself from a very confused and dazed Medkit, who was confused as to why the pink scientist left him. 

Subspace quickly turned the heat down and grabbed the two packets of soup mix he had.

“Meeeeeddy! Do you want tomato or chicken?” Subspace turned around and asked, his tail rising up with a curl.

Medkit sneezed into his arm before pointing at the tomato option.

Subspace nodded, ripping open the packaging with his claws, and dumped the powder into the water. He watched as the water turned into a reddish brown. Giving it a few stirs, he went to grab a bowl. The pink demon placed it next to the stovetop. Letting it simmer, he turned to Medkit again.

“Hey, I’m going to get some cold towels for you. Make sure the soup doesn’t overflow.”

Medkit didn’t respond and after a quick check of making sure Medkit was still alive and awake, Subspace went on his quest to get towels.

He returned to the kitchen, thankfully with the soup still in the pot and Medkit still awake, focused on the pot. Running the towel under the cold water, Subspace had a devious idea. He was going to test Medkit's reflexes! 

A small chuckle came out of him as he wrung the water out. Then he turned around and threw the towel at Medkit’s face. Thanks to his aim with the tripmines during phights, the missile flew towards its target.

Medkit only could blink before the towel landed on his face. It landed on his face before sliding off, almost comically. Medkit looked down at the towel on the table before blinking up at Subspace, looking absolutely miserable. Subspace burst out laughing.

“Med-Medkit! I’m sorry, but… that was too funny for me to… not do!.” Subspace howled as he tried to not die because of laughter.

Medkit just looked at him, frowning. But he couldn’t hold that frown forever as he let out a small tired chuckle and smiled just a bit. 

Subspace, still laughing, scooped up the soup and poured it into the bowl before placing it in front of Medkit, He then grabbed a spoon and plopped it into the hot liquid before as he bowed his head.

“Ta-da! Now eat.”

Medkit gave another tired smile before starting on the soup.

The white noise of a news anchor playing in the background soothed Subspace as he sat peacefully on the sofa, book in hand. He flipped through the pages and periodically checked on Medkit who was asleep next to him. After lunch, the man had been tired, so Subspace had told him to sleep.

But the medic refused and had weakly argued against him until Subspace had picked him up and put the difficult demon on the sofa with the TV remote.

“Go watch whatever. I’m gonna wash the dishes and then I’m going to come back.” Subspace had instruted Medkit.

When he came back, Medkit was asleep. It was kinda cute how fast the man fell asleep after arguing about how he wasn’t going to fall asleep. 

Normally, Subspace would have still been working in the lab, but this was not normal. Might as well read a book. 

And this is how Subspace spent the afternoon, just reading and being a pillow for the other man.

However, as he shut the book, Subspace knew he needed to wake the medic up, something he was not looking forward to. Medkit looked too adorable!

Wait, what.

Subspace blushed before shaking his head, trying to clear those thoughts and stop from blushing. What? He wasn’t going to fall for Medkit!

Medkit then let out a yawn and cuddled closer to Subspace. Ah shit…

The red on Subspace’s face came back stronger and his stomach was twirling with…

Butterflies? Is that what people called it?

Whatever. He was just getting flustered because Medkit was cuddling with him! That’s all!

“But what about last night? You cuddled him! And don’t forget. You kissed him on the forehead before making his breakfast!” His mind unhelpfully supplied.

“That’s different!” Subspace hissed.

“What…what’s different?” Medkit yawned, waking up and blinking at Subspace with those tired eyes of his.

Subspace panicked, his mind racing for an answer.

“Uh, t-this part of the book is very…ah…steamy!” Subspace stuttered, hoping Medkit would take that excuse.

Medkit raised a brow. 

“The Science behind Aerodynamics huh?”

Subspace looked at Medkit confused before looking at the cover and then promptly throwing the offending book across the room. He glared at the book before shrugging at Medkit. Medkit just gave him an unamused look before lifting his head from Subspace’s shoulder and stretching.

He stood up and muttered “Bathroom,” before walking away.

Subspace sighed and walked over to the book, giving it another nasty glare. He put it back on the bookshelf before grabbing a thermometer. He sat on the sofa, fiddling with it, looking at the bowl of water and towel on the coffee table.

He felt the sofa sink next to him and offered Medkit the thermometer. The teal demon put it in his mouth and the two waited for the results.

“99. Not bad.” Subspace stated before he cleaned it and stored it in a clean spot.

“I’m feeling better compared to yesterday. Think I should be good to go.”

Subspace nodded before poking Medkit.

“Stay this night. Please?”

Medkit nodded. 

“Sure.”

Subspace purred as he cuddled Medkit, hugging him tight to his chest. The day had ended and the night had begun.

Medkit had eaten enough tonight and he looked and acted more energetic. It seems that his fever was wearing off. 

However…would be wrong for Subspace to say he wanted Medkit to be sick again? He liked how he got to take care of the carer. He wanted Medkit to stay. He wanted to cuddle the demon day and night and hold him…

Subspace sighed. He definitely liked Medkit. What was he going to do about it? 

Maybe for now… nothing. Better to not tell than to scare Medkit away.

Sighing again, he curled his tail around Medkit’s and settled his claws against Medkit’s head. His hair was fluffy. Nice.

Closing his eyes, he tried to go to sleep. 

Sleep eluded him that night.

Subspace grumbled as he drove, wondering where this GPS was taking him.

“Med. Are you sure this is the way? Because my GPS doesn’t say so.”

“Sub. I think I know my own way home.” Medkit sighed, shifting to not spill the bag of food he was gifted.

“Honestly, I am pretty sure that’s not true. I bet Sword has to walk you home because of your old memory!” Subspace crackled, watching out for any kids that were playing.

Medkit sighed. “You’re 2 months older than me.”

“Shut.” Subspace hissed.

Finally, the GPS let out a ding, signaling that they arrived.

Subspace looked out to see a small, cozy-looking home. The front yard was decorated with flowers and a small flower tree. Perks of living in a grassland desert hybrid area. Opening the door, Medkit slid out.

Subspace honked, watching as Medkit turned around.

“Make sure to eat and rest Meddy! And see you tomorrow at the phight!” Subspace yelled before driving away.

Medkit waved, smiling a bit before making his way to the door. He looked around in his pocket and grabbed his keys. Opening the door, he was met by Sword’s face.

“OH! Sword, you scared me!” Medkit huffed, sliding past the younger man and dropping the food on the table.

Sword giggled, his tail swishing behind him.

“Well, I hope I didn’t scare you that bad. Oooh, what’s this?” Sword poked the bag.

“Food.” Medkit sighed, grabbing a cup from the cupboards to make his tea. Coffee was too strong for now.

He could hear the rustling of the bag as Sword dug through it. Boiling the water, he turned to Sword who was looking at him with puppy eyes, his tail wagging behind him. 

“Can we eat this for lunch?” Sword begged.

Medkit dumped the tea bag and added some sugar before stirring. He took a sip before replying.

“Sword, I don’t even know what’s in there. I haven’t been able to check.” Medkit said, taking another sip.

Sword grinned as he went up to Medkit and held his shoulders. He seemed pretty excited. Medkit had an idea as to why but he wasn’t sure.

“Pasta! With garlic bread!” Sword squealed. Medkit raised his eyebrow before lightly pushing Sword away.

“What got you so excited?” Medkit questioned. Sword was normally energetic, but he tended to watch himself around Medkit because Sword knew the older man liked the calm.

The melee phighter spun in the kitchen before stopping. He seemed very excited about what news he had. Sword cleared his throat before yelling, “It’s Rocket! I asked him out! And guess what!”

Medkit smiled, his suspicions confirmed. He causally kept sipping his tea, knowing the answer.

“What?” he humored Sword.

“HE SAID YES!” Sword yelled, spinning around again, giggling.

Medkit nodded. He was happy for Sword. He was pining for a long time and he was glad to see him finally ask out Rocket. However, he was less happy about having his eardrums burst to the yelling, but he could deal with that. Sword was happy and that’s all that matters.

Finally, Sword calmed down, his tail slowing down from wagging at Mach 20. He tilted his head and poked Medkit.

“Where were you by the way? You didn’t come home for 2 days. Was worried about you.” Sword asked, concerned about something happening to his friend.

Medkit shrugged.

Sword took the hint and decided to change the subject.

“Okay…where should I take Rocket? Out for our first date?”

Medkit thought about it, a few choices going through his head.

“What about Slingshot’s cafe? Their coffee and cakes are great.”

“I was thinking something more… dinnery? And don’t get me wrong. Shrukien, Vine Staff, and Slingshot are great, but I kinda wanna be alone with Rocket.” 

Medkit nodded as he thought of more places. His tail tip waved slightly as Medkit thought, trying to think of other places. A few ideas popped out.

“That Ranged Royale place?”

Another shake.

“The restaurant? The orange one?”

Another shake.

“Crossroads bar? They serve some good alcohol and dinner.”

Sword raised his eyebrow, not liking the idea of being in the same room with drunken idiots. Medkit shrugged, running out of ideas. Sword sighed and went off to his computer to look at date-worthy places on Crossroad Maps.

Medkit looked at the time and dumped the tea bag into the trash. He had paperwork to do, unfortunately.

Subspace prepared himself for the phight ahead, checking over his gear for the fifth time in the last 30 minutes. 

His tail flicked anxiously as he waited for Medkit. The two of them were supposed to be on the same team!

He sighed and closed his eyes, ignoring the chatter of the other phighters. He stayed like that for a bit, a headache coming on.

All of a sudden, he felt a tap on his horn. Flinching, he looked up to see Medkit, his face expressing slight concern.

“Meddy!” Subspace jumped and hugged the shorter man. Medkit stumbled before catching himself. He chuckled and patted Subspace’s back with his free hand. The duo stayed like that for a minute before the older let go.

“So, how’s the fever?” He questioned, walking to the dummies that everyone assaulted before matches. Medkit quietly strolled beside him, shrugging as a response. Subspace nodded and grabbed one of his crystal bombs before throwing it at the dummy, watching as it exploded on impact.

They paused, watching as the others kept practicing. 

Finally, the arena vote was displayed and Subspace chose the Iron Cafe while Medkit clicked the Crossroad Bank.

Subspace dragged Medkit to a more quiet location and the two sat on a bench. Medkit hummed as they watched the other phighters, Subspace wanting to talk, but couldn't find himself to.

Oh well. Maybe later.

Subspace flicked his tail, waiting for the round to start. The phight was at the local bread factory. The smell of freshly baked goods surrounded him and made him a bit hungry for baked goods.

 He looked around at his teammates. Medkit, Sword, Katana and Boombox. Not a bad group. Three supports with two melees might be a challenge, but it was done before.

The countdown went off and Subspace let everyone else rush off before he followed. 

Securing a location on the patio ledge, he threw a mine at Vine Staff who was running around, throwing her weeds around. The woman winced before exploding.

Subspace grinned and he threw a few more before doing his mist-walk through the enemy Rocket, laughing as the boy bent over in pain. Appearing on the other side of the map, he could see Hyperlaser take aim at him. Trying to dodge, Subspace stepped to the side but Hyperlaser had adjusted and managed to snipe him.

He let out an “Oof” and ran off, looking for Medkit. He was barely injured, but he liked to be healed. However, Medkit was nowhere to be seen. Until…

“Hey, doctor! Hope you’re ready to be BANNED!” A deep voice sounded. Subspace turned to the direction it came from and watched in horror as the enemy Ban Hammer towered over Medkit, who was currently cowering below the demigod. 

Oh hell no! No one messed with his Meddy!

Subspace knew he couldn’t phight off the bigger man, but he could distract!

He threw a mine, watching as Ban Hammer turned around, confused. Medkit took the chance and teleported over to Subspace, throwing his crystals on the ground to heal them both. He gave his savior a nod before running off to heal Sword. Subspace nodded back before turning his attention back to the warden. Oh, phuck.

The warden was definitely pissed. Subspace quickly changed back to his mist form and sped through Ban Hammer, weakening him. However, it didn’t seem to affect the taller demon as much as he hoped. Ban Hammer growled as Subspace changed back to his demon form and Subspace could see the hammer coming towards his face. However, a green bullet passed between them and hit Ban Hammer, who immediately collapsed to the ground.

Subspace grinned at Medkit. The medic smiled back before teleporting away again and activating his phinisher, reviving the team.

Subspace ran over, throwing mines at the other team before activating his phinisher as well.

“My greatest invention!!”

Subspace closed the door behind him and silently nudged Medkit towards the sofa. The teal demon sat down with a weak groan. Subspace nodded.

"I'm gonna make you a proper lunch." Subspace declared. He could see Medkit ready to protest, but a glare shut him down. Medkit huffed and lay down, rolling his eye.

Subspace just sighed and went over to the kitchen. Grabbing a cookbook, he idly flipped through the pages. 

He needed something simple. It probably also had to be easy on the stomach as Medkit would probably feel violently sick if he was given something like a cheeseburger.

Lemon rice.

Subspace blinked as his eye skimmed over the ingredients. Rice made the bulk of it. 

Rice was a good start. 

Didn't he buy something related to this a few days ago? 

Walking over to his spices cabinet, he clawed through them until he found what he was looking for. Holding it up, he looked at the packaging. 

Swad lemon rice. Flipping it over, another recipe greeted him. Subspace looked over at the book and compared the two. They both looked the same.

Opening the package, he placed it for later use.

Taking some rice, he rinsed it off and placed the white grains into a pot with clean water. Hefting the pot over to the stove he clicked on the oven. After a while, it started to boil.

Grabbing a banana, he walked into the living room and tossed it to Medkit. The medic caught it and gave Subspace a questioning look.

"Eat it while I prepare lunch," Subspace snorted, walking back into the kitchen. Peering into the pot, he saw the rice had softened.

Time for the next step!

After dumping out the water and leaving the pot to sit for now, he grabbed a pan and poured some oil. After a quick search, he found the peanuts and dumped them in, flinching as the oil sparked, threatening to hit him.

Looking over to the book, he saw that he had to roast them until they were brown and crispy.

After a quick trip to the sink to cool down a burn, he finished the peanuts. Grabbing one, he hummed in satisfaction as he bit into a nice crunchy nut.

 Adding some chana dal, he stirred that and checked the book again. Curry leaves. Adding that into the mix, the sound of crackling was heard and soon a light savory smell hung over the kitchen.

Now, ginger. Digging through the refrigerator, he found the thing. Cutting it into a small cube, he placed it in the pan.

Grumbling, he dried off his face as he once again soothed his burn. Why didn't he stick with noodles?

At this point, he was just hurting himself.

After prodding the frying mixture in the pan from a few feet away, he grabbed some turmeric and lightly dusted the pan with it. Then he grabbed some salt and threw it in.

Stirring for a bit, he let it sit. Peeking his head out of the kitchen, he saw Medkit who seemed to be asleep. 

After placing a blanket over him, he went to check on the yellow mixture that was currently sitting in his pan. Turning down the heat, he scooped it and dumped it all over the rice.

Stirring it all up, he watched in mild interest as the rice slowly shifted from white to light yellow.

Grabbing two bowls, he spooned the rice in and covered the rest of the lemon rice. He would deal with the leftovers later.

Placing them down at the table, he made his way over to Medkit. After watching the man sleep a bit, Subspace shook him lightly and helped him up as Medkit joined the land of the awake.

Placing him down on the seat, Subspace took his spot. Medkit looked at the food and then looked up at Subspace with a bit of hesitation.

"Meddy..." Subspace rolled his eye as Medkit huffed.

"I don't...this is too much..." Medkit mumbled, his eye focusing on the table. Subspace stood up and banged his hands on the table. Fighting back a wince, he glared Medkit down.

"Eat." He commanded.

The medic sighed and scooped a spoonful of the colorful rice. Placing it in his mouth, he chewed. Then his eye lightly lit up and he started to eat the rice at a bit faster pace.

Subspace settled down and tasted the food as well. Although he was lacking some taste buds, he could definitely taste this. The crunch of the peanuts and the savory flavor of the rice really was great. Subspace could certainly see himself making this again.

The two ate in silence, each enjoying the food and each other's company.