   he’s still adjusting to the eating part of things. it’s... it feels unnatural, to consume on a daily basis. he doesn’t really need to ( does he? ) but others look at him strangely if he doesn’t, so he performs the menial and mundane task of putting food in his mouth to chew, swallow, and shit out later. for their comfort. he won’t lie: puppy thinks he likes coffee the best. it can taste like many things, even if his taste buds aren’t really up to par after his first one was cut out.
   he’s in the middle of adding roughly six more packets of sugar to the mug when he realizes his commander is sitting across from him. oh. there’s no nervous twitching, no display of difference in physicality or emotion, but he does pause. just for a moment. a split-second. a hint of betrayal in his own body. there are no words to say; he wouldn’t if he could. he won’t make himself look, either. can’t.   /   @changedpaths.
