[Prompt "How many nutrients do you think there are in dog biscuits? I already ate, like five."]
"How many nutrients do you think there are in dog biscuits? I already ate, like five." Izo turned to Ace in utter disgust, Thatch looking equally horrified. Marco raised his brow and Jozu. Well Jozu was always a hard one to read. They all watched when Stefan nudged Ace's leg. Happily their newest member dug two biscuits out of the box.
Ace laughed holding one of the treats up cause Stefan to balance on his hind legs for it. You never really notice how big a dog really is until you see it's almost as tall as you on two legs. As soon as he gave the dog the treat he brought up the second to his own mouth. Izo lunged forward and smacked the treat right out of Ace's hand.
"No! Stop, no, bad!" Izo snapped over Ace's protest. If he was going to eat like a dog, they were going to scold him like a dog.
"Of all things to eat!" Thatch said, reaching for the box.
"What? If it's okay for Stefan to eat them, why can't I?" Ace snapped, holding the box out of reach. "Sure they're really dry and there isn't much flavor but I've had worst." Thatch paused, seeming to consider it. He never actually tried the treat before, maybe Ace had a point. But Izo cleared their throat and Thatch shook his head of the crazy thought.
"They're for dogs!" Thatch argued, going for the box again. Ace danced out of the way, holding the box a up and far away from Thatch as he could. Izo snuck up behind him but their attempts were foil by Ace who seemed to have seen it coming. Both commanders grabbed at and chased their newest member trying to rid him of the treats.
Marco and Jozu stood back. Somehow, this was not the weirdest thing that they were stuck watching. Marco shook his head at the treats that would fall out when Ace would jolt the box out of the commanders reach. Stefan happily cleaning them up the moment they hit the ground. Impressively some before they even made it half way. Marco made a note to assign all three of them to Stefan tonight should he get sick.
As they walked away, tired of this trio's rambunctiousness. Marco also made a note to keep an eye on Ace, should he fall ill too. But Jozu curbed his worry when he stated that Ace's stomach was made of iron. Marco walked away laughing. Judging by the way and what Ace ate, Marco didn't doubt it.