#elementxlle

       it isn’t uncommon that he wakes in the middle of the night from hunger. being as fast as he was, it wasn’t a shock to say he needs a profound number of calories just to keep his metabolism stable and muscle mass on par. this usually resulted in him inhaling whatever he could get his hands on at two am---but tonight seemed to be a struggle. zipping around the common room kitchen, he opened cupboard after cupboard, and drawer after drawer. so far he’d found coffee, power bars, boxed macaroni ---- something akin to oatmeal with sugary dinosaur eggs? clints, no doubt. and goldfish. he shoved the box back into the cabinet and closed it, spinning around. his lips pursed together and he placed his hands on his hips, fingers drumming. he thinks for a moment before darting to the fridge. there was once a point in his life where he would have given up and retreated back to bed to sleep, rather than keep searching, but he no longer had that liberty. his body operated on an entirely different scale now and if tried to just he let it be until morning, the hunger would quite literally keep him awake. so, instead, he’s going to make a full meal --- at two in the morning. he’s already started sliding things across the counter and tossing a pot of water onto the stove to boil.