Chelldon didn't share the enthusiasm, he never did, Wheatley was not a bunny rabbit and therefore didn't get any sort of smile from him. Snagging his rations, he dropped on the bed and ripped into the packet to have breakfast. He had decorate his room, in a way, and hung up the shirt from his bunny run in with filed down toothbrush. Hopefully they'd take the hint that he needed a new one.

And hey, impromptu weapon is needed!

"Testing?" Chelldon asked simply once the breakfast was half eaten and he was on his feet. He was always eager to get going, the sooner he did it, the sooner he got home, the sooner the next day came. It sounded boring. And it was.

But it was the little victory of being alive that he liked. The tally on the wall across from the shirt showed jkst how long he'd been here. It was certainly not a small one.