🐂 ⸻ hugh did not love roaming around the headquarters for the sovereign seven; too many memories and semi-familiar faces on the cusp of recognising the out of shape and past his prime moustachioed man managing to get himself lost in the corridors of a building he once knew like the back of his hand. never failing to look short of slightly dishevelled as he mad his way towards what he thought was an elevator, but upon closer inspection was definitely a janitor's closet fitted with a completely different door - the cleaning supplies held within were also another solid clue. he would have made quite the detective in another life - add it to the long list of careers and odd jobs he had picked up over the years both before and after his time as a miracle-blessed hero leaping over buildings and taking down threats to halcyon city.
“i'm telling you, kid, i'm not anchorage,” he huffed, sharp exhalation of air animating the bushiness of his moustache. should have known he couldn't make it both into and out of the building without someone in the sovereign seven recognised his unmasked mug. “i don't think I look a thing like the guy.”
would be more convincing if hugh hadn't been caught in this conversation standing right beside the overbearing statue of his enlarged likeness - albeit likeness from over a decade ago. no matter how much he denied it the resemblance was uncanny, the craftsman working the stone doing a phenomonal job of replicating he burliness of his hefty, muscular physique that felt a lot more hefty and a lot less muscular these days.
sovereign seven headquarters ⸻ mid-afternoon ( @capedauthority )