in which fang flies
>*BANG BANG BANG*
>"Fang it's time to get up! Get ready or we'll be late!"
>guuuuuhhhhhhhhhh
>I groan out a huff
>a glance at the window reveals the sky is only a dim grey
>bloody sun isn't even up yet
>part of me wants to snuggle back under the covers
>but dad is totally willing to invade my private sanctum and dump ice on me
>reluctantly I crawl out of bed and get changed
>having donned my workout attire, I shuffle downstairs
>Naser is all ready to rock
>he's even doing warmup stretches in the living room
>fucking overachieving dork
>I blearily stumble into the kitchen
>mom looks up from the breakfast she's just begun to prepare
>"good morning sweetie!" and pecks me on the snoot
>i mumble a "good morning back"
>I look to the counter and see mom's already prepared my pre-workout slurry
>eight ounces of beef, fish, fruits, and vegetables
>I hold my breath and pound it down
>It's not terrible, per say
>skinnies would find it revolting
>but for a carnie ptero about to work out, it's practically an elixir from raptor Jesus
>they sell stuff like it at the store but mom makes the best from scratch
>I give mom a peck of her own as she tells me to be safe
>walking into the living room I see naser has been joined by dad
>he's getting ready for work
>dad is wearing his formal dress uniform
>must have some sort of official function he has to go to
>we haven't been on the best of terms lately but I do feel a pang of sympathy
>dad's reward for a lifetime of being the best cop on the force was to get promoted to commissioner
>he spends more time chasing down bureaucrats than crooks these days
>I'll never understand how he puts up with all the pomp and circumstance
>dad gives me a nod as I enter
>"good morning, lucy"
>I grunt, not bothering to correct him
>it's too early to start a fight over my recent self-proclaimed name
>"well you know the drill. don't stay out too long or you'll miss breakfast. be safe and look out for danger"
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