Daily Grind
Timothy woke up before Kon-El, the first to have happened since they started sleeping in the same bed together. He lingered for as long as he could, watching the beautiful Kryptonian in his bed. It took everything in him to get up and go take a shower. His hair was combed nicely, and jeans and a hood were pulled on before his book bag was slung over that one shoulder as he moved to the bed. Leaning over, he kissed Kon-El softly, mumbling he was heading to class and would be back soon. "I love you." was said against that mouth, wanting that to be the last words he ever said to Kon.
Classes went by too slowly, his brain still in vacation mode, and the coffee kicked in well into the afternoon. When he stopped by Wayne Biotech, he used the service entrances to see Lucius and grab two new suits, explaining that the accident had torn the suit to shreds. Lucius held a questionable look but did not press. He gave Timothy an item to give to Richard, which was his next stop, so they could work out schedules.
When he stopped to get dinner for the night and came home, it was nearly five in the evening. When he closed the door, he heard a strange sound, as if someone was rustling a bag, searching for something. When he entered the kitchen, he found the cause of the noise. The Kryptonian white dog was digging into the trash can. "Krypto!" he scolded; the dog floated into the air, paws running as if it helped him move as he went toward Timothy. "No, hey. Pause."
The bags were placed on the floor fast, ridiculously the safest place for them with a big lap dog floating towards him at a quickened speed. Paws went to his chest, the growl turning into yaps as he slammed Timothy into the wall behind him. "Heel!" The dog tapped up at him more before shoving his nose into Timothy's chest, large nostrils inhaling before barking excitedly and floating around the apartment.
"Kon!?" He yelled, going to the kitchen to clean up the mess before washing his hands and putting the food on the counter. He did not get anything for Krypto but would have to remember to get things for the future so he would not go through the trash! "Kon?"
A glance was given in the bedroom, but he was not in bed still. Timothy went to the living space where the TV was on, but the volume lowered. He found a half-smoked cigarette that was still warm but was put out in one of the disposable cup by the sofa. Eyes went to Krypto, who was scratching himself while floating in the air. "Where did he go?" As he reached for the remote, his eyes went to the news on there, seeing that there was an invasion happening live in Japan. "Shit. I found him." Or he assumed that was where Kon-El had gone.
Standing in the living room, he turned the volume up to watch, wondering if Superman or Jon were also there since Krypto was here. "Why are you not there helping?" he teased, the dog seemingly either hating the humor or liking it when he barked at him nearly at eye level.
Hoodie was removed as he watched, hair messy and getting longer day by day as he kept putting off cutting it. His eyes turned back to the screen, waiting to see if he could catch a glimpse of anything flying quickly on the screen.
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