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The dim light cast shadows across the sparsely furnished interior of Jessie's home. He stood at the front door, frustration evident on his face as he stared at the useless piece of metal in his hand that once resembled a key. With a sigh, he slung his bag off one shoulder, confirmed the absence of a spare, and had to resist the urge to smash the door in. Instead, Jessie made his way around to the back of the small house. With a quick glance around to ensure no prying eyes were watching, he climbed effortlessly to the second floor and slipped through the unlocked window he had for this exact reason.
As soon as his feet touched the floor inside, a large shape bounded towards him, tail wagging eagerly and a wide grin on its face. Jessie chuckled as the Pitbull greeted him, spinning in circles before him. “Hey, bud. How's your day been?” he asked, his voice low. "Have you been a good boy?" Jessie teased, ruffling the pit's ears with one hand.
Shedding his shoes, Jessie placed his backpack neatly beside the bed before descending the stairs. "C'mon, Big Boy," Jessie called, slapping his thigh. "Let's get some dinner. I'm starving." His grumble echoed through the quiet house as he made his way to the kitchen. Dinner consisted of a simple yet hearty meal—a large bowl of rice noodles, sliced fried beef, two eggs, and a generous serving of flat beans. After a moment's contemplation, he added two slices of toast with butter. Jessie also prepared fresh offals for his canine companion, placing the meal on the floor before sitting down to eat, absent-mindedly checking his phone.
His eyes quickly scanned over the news, skimming past all the superhero-related articles until one caught his attention—Starlight's debut. Jessie's brows furrowed in surprise, intrigued by the addition given her seemingly mundane powers. It didn't take long for him to realize she was merely there for her image, a good little Christian girl carefully crafted by Vought.
Jessie sneered slightly as he glanced at the image of Homelander. He had never liked any of the supes working for Vought, and Homelander was no exception. Even Queen Maeve, whom Jessie held in slightly higher regard, seemed off to him.
Finishing his meal with a slurp, Jessie cleaned up the kitchen quickly before heading upstairs to bed. It was an earlier night than usual, but he had a long trip ahead the next day, and he refused to drive over seven hours on less than eight hours of sleep. Big Boy yawned widely, clearly content with the early night as he settled into his bed next to Jessie's.
With a sigh, Jessie closed his eyes, hoping to get some rest before the next day of work.
“G’night, bud.”