#zeke!!!

               T he captain’s conference he had been summoned to attend hours ago had  ultimately concluded,  accouching an embittered  aftertaste  ‘pon his palate; how these adults functioned  routinely was  unbeknownst to him  -- -  Incessantly wrangling one another over insignificant  matters wholly unrelated or further from being adjacently conjoined with the central discussion in hand. - How gratified he was,  it reflects in the way he motioned in stride,  in being capable of absconding the first division to undividedly retreat to his own designated barracks ---- longing to inject himself  within the isolated expanse  of his tranquil, or so he  hopes it to  be relinquished of another’s presence, office --  His fortress of solace.  ---   As he expeditiously arrives,  stepping gingerly through wooden doors he had remained opened ‘fore withdrawing earlier, his  meticulous teal-hued eyes are immediately anchored ‘pon the out of place commodity loafing atop his desk. -- As he neared closer to it, he was able to speedily gather that it was a particular brand of bag. 

                  What retained inside, he isn't too certain.- Ergo does he cease by the outer edges  of his bureau’s desk stand, tentatively so, whilst his ocular diligence never oscillated from its presentation.  -  Manifold questions commence invading his mind then, knowing there was seemingly no concrete indication of who might have plausibly bequeathed it to him granted. - No note. - Naught. Lips purse has he decides to belatedly take it onto his hand’s custody -- pressing lithe fingers at the upper section, crinkling its material as it shrieked with earsplitting resonance until the abrupt instant its skin burst and projectile innumerable morsels of broad, opaque, white Ichor; Mini- Marshmallows? Unexpectant  contents, in truth.  -  He grins, depositing the severed bag down and forthwith supplants it with one of the dainty treats.-There was only one character he knew of who’d proffer him these.