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If you were to tell Medkit that he would make amends (?) with Subspace and let that bumbling fool in his apartment every other week like he owned the place, he would have laughed like there was no tomorrow.
But no. This is his reality.
And quite right now, all he hears is Subspace rifling through his cabinets AND his fridge at the asscrack of dawn.
..but to be fair here, Subspace is all skin and bones. It's honestly a wonder he's able to phight while looking like a stick. He's so thin Medkit is sure if he turned around he would completely vanish.
A midnight snack would probably do that maniac wonders.
Medkit sat up in his bed and rubbed his remaining eye. It felt weird whenever he didn't have his eyepatch on, it made him feel a little.. bare, despite the fact that his eyelid was sewn shut.
He warily got up and shuffled his feet around trying to find his slippers, which for some reason had been kicked under his bed. Despite the fact that Medkit keeps them always in a specific spot. Curse you, Subspace.
Once he put on his slippers, he walked out of his room. For all he knows, Subspace could either be raiding his fridge, or could be losing his mind in the kitchen.
..Just for safety measures, he grabbed a vase from the hallway. He can't afford to lose his other eye or something.
The hallway that led to the living room was pitch dark, and each step Medkit took only filled him with more dread.
Relax, Medkit. Subspace is probably only digging through your food like a raccoon when it finds trash.
Upon reaching the living room, Medkit noted that a little mad pink scientist was probably mixing something in a cup, judging by the sound of a spoon hitting ceramic over and over again.
How does Subspace even eat, with the rot having taken most of his mouth?
The teal self-proclaimed doctor sneaked up to the kitchen, vase still in his hands. And there Subspace stood with his back turned to him. Luckily the idiot had turned on the kitchen light, so Medkit could clearly see the state of his kitchen.
And to say that his kitchen was a mess would be a complete understatement.
"Subspace T. Mine. What the FUCK did you do to my kitchen." Subspace nearly jumped out of his skin upon hearing Medkit's voice out of nowhere. He swore the guy was sleeping like a victorian baby last time he checked.
"Oh, um. Hi? I was just- making my brightest and best culinary invention! Totally!!" The traitor slowly turned around, holding something behind his back and he had this sort of nervousness in his face Medkit hadn't ever seen.
"Since when were you a-"
"I have a better question, Meddy. Why are you holding a vase like you're going to hit me with that like i'm a intruder in your house?" Suddenly his tone was accusatory, but this idiot had to be fucking joking because Medkit SAW him shifting from foot to foot like a child caught eating candy.
"First of all, you invite yourself into MY apartment after each phight every other week. Second of all, you were the one making a ruckus because you're suddenly a chef and not "Blackrock's best and brightest", third of all. I can't afford to lose my other eye because you had a manic episode in my kitchen out of all places and I happened to be the poor unfortunate deer ran over by the truck known as Subspace." Medkit deadpanned.
A pause.
"Meddy, that's a lot of words for "you're genuinely a intruder in my apartment and i want you gone as soon as possible." Judging by the crinkles in Subspace's eye, Medkit guessed that little freak had a shit-eating grin under that stupid gas mask.
"Yes, it is. Are you going to tell me what happened to my kitchen or not." Subspace shifted suspiciously to the left, revealing a carton of milk and a bag of cocoa.
That still didn't explain as to why his kitchen looked like it had gotten flipped upside down.
"Did you tear apart my entire kitchen JUST to make hot chocolate?" Medkit put down the vase and dragged a hand down his face. How did he put up with Subspace so much during his time in the lab at Blackrock?
"Who says I was making hot chocolate? What if i was making something else?" Ah, there it was. The arrogancy in Subspace's tone.
"..Show me what's behind your back."
Subspace immediately whistled high, obviously taunting him like the imbecile he is.
"Gee, Meddy! Aren't you one to jump to conclusions? Have some trust in me!!" The crystal between Subspace's aggravatingly pink horns suddenly flickered brighter, as if it was also enjoying this entire situation.
"That's not what I- Okay, you know what. I'm just gonna go back to sleep." Medkit was already in the process of walking away when he heard that goddamned maniac call out after him.
"Wait!! I.. There's enough left for a cup just for you!" Subspace's words echoed down the hall and made the teal doctor pause in his tracks.
Obviously, he turned around and snorted.
"Awh, were you thinking about me so much that you made an extra cup for me?" Medkit taunted, and now it was Subspace's turn to bristle like a angry cat.
"I WASN'T!! I only had a slight miscalculation which ended in a extra amount which i would not be able to drink, so therefore--"
"Don't worry, Subspace. You've always been an awful liar." Medkit cooed as he swiftly walked beside where Subspace stood and grabbed the second cup that sat on the messy counter.
Subspace better clean this whole mess up or he swears to god he's going to tear out the bastard's remaining eye.
He took a small sip of it and heavens above- This was way too sugary for him. Was he drinking hot chocolate or was he drinking liquid sugar?
"..You like it?" Subspace jabbed a finger into Medkit's side, who obviously recoiled.
"No. I don't. This is going to give me diabetes." Medkit admitted as he stared at Subspace from the corner of his eye. The dissapointment that immediately washed over the other's features made Medkit feel bad. And so did the whine Subspace let out.
"But Meddy!! I made it with the love in my heart!!" The other drawled out. His cup was half-full, clearly he seemed to be used to.. whatever amounts of sugar was in that thing.
Medkit didn't answer, he only sat down in his couch and took another sip of the quickest way to get a dangerous sugar high. The taste wasn't TOO bad, but this would definitely give him a migraine later.
"If you wanted to make some for yourself, then mind explaining this "miscalculation" that ended up in two cups?" He questioned as Subspace sat down on the couch like a lost dog, a very rude lost dog, considering the fact that he had the audacity to lay his legs over Medkit's.
A very, very small pause followed. Like Subspace was about to confess something really embarrassing, and then ;
"..I wanted to leave it in the microwave for when you woke up. Think of it as a little gift. And also because i was craving hot chocolate and genuinely made too much."
"Well, you woke me up in said process of leaving me a gift." Medkit's tastebuds were crying for mercy with each sip he took. And yet Subspace gulped it down like it was water.
"Oh, c'mon! It's not even that bad!"
"Subspace, my kitchen looks like it got flipped upside down, this has WAY too much sugar in it, and it's like, two in the morning."
"Never too early nor too late to have some hot chocolate, amirite? Plus, i'll clean this up in the morning! Pinky promise!!"
"Be so fucking for real right now."