Post by Tristan Hardy on Jan 7, 2014 10:27:16 GMT -7
just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero...
Tristan really needed to remember to turn off his alarm on days he didn't work. Today he was awoken at five in the morning - usually he wouldn't wake up quite so early, but yesterday he had been gifted with a mountain of paperwork and no idea what to do with it aside from waking up before the birds to get it all turned in on time - to the sound of some peppy music. Usually the American was quite agreeable to such music, but today was not one of those days. Letting out an unintelligible mumble, he slammed one hand on the alarm, blearily hoping that the abuse would be enough to silence the contraption. Instead, all he managed to accomplish was to knock it right to the floor. He groaned, debating the pros and cons of prying himself out of the blankets to retrieve the fallen nuisance when suddenly the noise stopped. The man let out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing under the blankets as he took the blessing as a sign to go back to sleep. In fact, he very well would have drifted off had a cold nose not been shoved into his hand and firm paws pushing on his stomach in a way that made him yelp with surprise. "Maximus, what the hell?" he blurted, blinking open tired blue eyes. "Are you okay?" the canine Digimon asked, a worried look in his eyes. "I heard strange people and a groan and I got worried about you." Immediately, Tristan softened. He sometimes forgot that the Labramon could get a little ditzy, though his loyalty couldn't be doubted. Really, Max was more of a sheepdog than a Digimon. "Yeah, I'm fine, just forgot to turn off the alarm." He yawned widely, stretching and hearing his bones crack with a contented sigh. "Why don't you go get the leash while I get dressed?" he asked, earning him a wagging tail and perked ears. "We can go have lunch at that cafe and I'll even get you your own crepe." The canine immediately scampered off, and the cop sighed, getting out of bed to pull on a clean pair of boxers - so what if they were Superman, they were comfortable - a pair of old jeans, and a nice black t-shirt. Slipping on a blue jacket and his black steel-toe boots, he met Max at the door, taking the leash and collar from the Digimon and buckling it on around the canine's neck. The air outside the apartment complex was a little crisp but nothing that man and beast couldn't handle. Keeping the leash slack, Tristan started jogging, looking just like any casual morning runner. Of course, if any trouble hit, he'd just have to whistle and Maximus would go in with the police training that the man had been instructing when they had a quiet moment back at headquarters. The Labramon had quite the bark and was easily courageous enough to go in for the bite should the situation demand it. Not that the American expected it to come to that, of course. He never left home without his service weapon holstered under his shirt, and that wasn't about to change just because he was off-duty. He had sworn an oath to serve and protect, and that was exactly what he planned to do. | Words;; 557 Tags;; Open Lyrics;; "Everyday Superhero" by Smash Mouth Template by Kuroya Notes;; Yay fun table :3 |
trying to save the world but never really sure...
