username; Junkratss
name; Galão
gender; Male
prompt; What’s their morning routine?
Galão rolled out of bed, mussing up his hair and groaning. Another day, another probable mishap he’d be tasked with fixing. Er... that he’d try to fix, anyhow. He found he wasn’t very successful with the whole “super-hero” business. Especially on the new galactic scale, who’s idea had that been?
Merely thinking about it made his head hurt, whatever. Maybe a morning coffee gave him his super powers, or perhaps it was his kryptonite? Galão couldn’t say as he cared either way... it just tasted so good... and it certainly soothes his headaches.
He stumbled across the kitchen to the coffeemaker, nearly perturbing his cats in the process. A few mumbled, “sorry Socks, Cap, you know how the mornings are.” and the cats settled themselves beside Galão at the table. In truth, he loved the mornings. Free from the running and the criminals and ridiculous the laser-space shootouts. Galão was just a simple kal, drafted into intergalactic services by the citadel... and he can’t say as he enjoys it, but helping others isn’t so bad.
Galão sipped from the iced coffee, scrunching his face up and adding another pinch of sugar. He tucked one paw in the crook of his chin and scritched Cap around the earswith the other, rewarded by Cap’s loud purrs Galão grinned. Justice may be a dish best served cold, but a shot of espresso and some generous sugar certainly served it well.
In about an hour, Galão would have to leave his apartment aboard the bustling terra-shuttle to perform crazy escapades, chase alien fugitives, save his partner from certain death, and repair whatever damage he had no doubt caused. But for now? He spent the morning with Socks, Cap, and a cup of iced coffee. Galão always did have a knack for the little things, and his morning routine certainly one of them.
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