#this is also before Dan realizes Herbert DOES take a water down solution of his reagent

[periwinklefemur]

Please elaborate more on Herbert having a sweet tooth :3

Dan has hardly seen Herbert eat or drink since he moved in a couple days ago.

That's all Dan could think about since Meg mentioned it that fateful night. All Dan witnessed Herbert eat or drink was the occasional sip from the water bottle to clear his throat from his constant ramblings or that single piece of toast he unethically snatched after Dan made breakfast one morning. Herbert West was truly an egnima.

Of course, he wasn't always with Herbert. When Herbert and Dan returned from the university or the hospital, they would go their separate ways, with Herbert disappearing downstairs into the basement while Dan stayed upstairs or leaving the house entirely to hang out with Meg. Herbert may have scurried food down from the kitchen into his dwelling habitat like some kind of rodent without Dan seeing; he has a fridge down there; surely he has some room.

....However, the last time he checked, his work station was covered in various chemicals and beakers, and his fridge was full with reagents and various dead tissue.

Perhaps he lives off his own re-agent? While it seemed like a reach, considering West's already odd habits, it wasn't too farfetched.

Although there was this instance where Dan brought home a box containing half a dozen donuts, each one of various flavors, covered in frosting, sprinkles, filled with creme—you name it. He placed the open box on the kitchen table and readily offered one to West, who immediately scrunched up his nose in disgust, mumbling something about how someone could indulge in globs of pure sugar (Dan wasn't sure, he wasn't really listening, and he didn't care) before strolling down to his basement once more. Cain shrugged and closed the lid before heading to bed for the night.

The next morning, before West and him left for class, he noticed something unusual. The donut box, which was previously closed, is now open, with about half of the donuts missing. Clearly, it couldn't have been Herbert; perhaps it was the rats, as this house was pretty ancient; yet, as they sat down for their lecture, one look at his roommate's face suggests otherwise.

West's upper lip was tinged with a rainbow of hues as stray sprinkles clung to it. (You'd think someone who thinks highly of themselves would be concerned about their own appearance.) Dan restrained a giggle, causing West to turn around, furrow his brows, and wonder what was so amusing. When he didn't get a response, West mumbled, rolling his eyes, and turned back to face the front of the class.

Who knew his roommate had such a sweet tooth?