Ace watched as the food was prepared. His mind wondered to the pile of dirty clothes in the bedroom and the two bowls in his cave. He thought as he spun on how to prove he could be independent if he wanted to beâ€¦.the smell of mac and cheese filled his nose as he smiled some and lifted his head. The chair continued to spin until Mark ruined the fun and stopped it. Ace sat waiting with a groan finding the stillness to be boring.. "I'm going to eat at work. There are sandwiches there." Ace shrugged as he received his bowl of mac and cheese and a fork. He ate it using both hands thanks to the wrist guards. He watched as Mark left to go to work and sighed â€œHave a good night at work!â€ he called out before â€œooooomâ€¦.â€ He smiled eating a bite, Mar always fixed it perfectly.<br/><br/>Once the food had been devoured Ace set out to put his master plan into action. He went and gathered the two bowls and sat them in the sink with the dishes from the Mac and Cheese, the Ipad was playing Beauty and The Beast. It was his favorite and he knew it word for word.. he paused with a heavy sigh sinking to the floor infront of the sink listening. His legs were hurting and the panting had his ribs cracking weird. â€œI wonder â€¦ if Iâ€™m a beastâ€¦. Or at least the beast of this real life movieâ€¦â€ he though of all the stuff he must keep Mark from doing. He thought about  it and sighed more, â€œat least the beast is hot..â€ he chuckled and got himself up. He washed the dishes getting water on the floor and soap on the counters. His eyes looked it over and he smiled impressed with him self â€œWell done Ace!â€ he chuckled and went to get the laundry, which proved to be harder then he thought. He sat the basket on the rollie chair and used it to transport the clothes. He put three lid fulls of detergent in the washer and put in all the clothes. â€œIâ€™ll be independent and then some!â€ he laughed swapping movies to FFAC.<br/><br/>The rest of the day he went about doing little things such as making the bed sloppily, organizing his games, dusting kinda, and making a sandwhich for Mark. The sandwhich had ten slices of bread, ham, turkey, mac and cheese, hurshy chocolate, some beef from the fridge, raw chicken, a cracked egg, and then a splatter of blood all over it. When Mark came home he would find said sandwhich with a note hardly readable saying â€œwelcome home, I made you a sandwhichâ€ sitting beside the plate beside Aceâ€™s sleeping head. Aceâ€™s leg had a painful break near the ankle but otherwise was fine as he was curcled up in his chair his bag of blood split in half on the table from where he had used it for the blood, most of which dripping into the floor.