Thwip!
Kaine swung through the streets of Houston, and the chill of the night air kept him awake and his senses sharp. It felt good to be here, like coming home, which was an odd sentiment he couldn’t shake. Still, patrol continued, and with each swing, he let Houston know he had returned.
Not yet anyway.
Ever try to kill your siblings once or twice? Don't. Otherwise, you will suffer them quipping at you for the rest of your life as penance.
And with himself, he brought two hot coffee's. One with creamer, sugar, and even chocolate sprinkles.
Kaine's was just black. Unironically, he actually did like it like that.
"Those better be the donuts from the place on 5th." Kaine said as he arrived, expertly not a drop spilled of the coffee.
"I'm not dead."
Do I?
Another nightmare. Fuck.
I was quite literally very mentally unwell.
"Oh my god, quit it. Is tormenting me just something you enjoy doing?"
