Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 632: Satisfy at tw100.
Summary: The new resident in the cells is a bottomless pit of hunger.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto stood in front of the Perspex barrier, frowning at the new inmate. He and Jack had just arrived back at the Hub after capturing it and as the sedative they’d used wore off, it was already homing in on the food he’d supplied.
“Do Hoix ever stop eating?”
“Not if they can help it. They’d eat in their sleep if they could figure out how.”
“I think this one has. Its eyes are still closed and it can barely move, but still…” The Hoix was busy stuffing its face.
“They have a very fast metabolism, it takes a lot to fuel them so they’re basically eating machines.”
“I’ve noticed. It’s fortunate they’ll eat anything organic, otherwise I doubt we could afford the food bill. As it is, I’d better see if Owen’s finished slicing and dicing that alien from last week. Maybe what’s left of it will satisfy out guest’s appetite for a day or two.”
Jack pulled a face. “You mean that green slimy thing he’s been poking at?”
“That’s the one.”
“I wouldn’t eat that on a dare, and I’ve eaten some weird stuff; alien cuisine is an experience.”
“Good thing our friend here isn’t so fussy.”