Day 28 - Cross

Hearing a crash in the distance, Thatcher slowly looked over the morning paper he had snagged from the counter. Stretching out a foot, he flexed his claws lazily before settling them back on the table in front of him. Nobody was screaming yet, so whatever that was could be easily replaced. The heavy sound of running footsteps wasn't an uncommon thing this early, one person waking up stirred another into the same, the train continuing until the whole gang was ready to be rowdy. They might be big dumb idiots, but they were his big dumb idiots. Though sometimes he wished this wasn't the case as the screaming finally started up. Oh boy, here they go.

Recognizing who the scree belonged to, he was betting on all of a minuet until they came to disrupt him as well. It was a pleasant surprise when it actually took two. A blue haired warpa barreled in, tripping over his own feet to land spectacularly on the floor before scrambling back up to curl into the couch arm next to him. "Kross, help! They're going to set me aflame!!" A bit of a ridiculous, but he knew they were the most skittish of the members. "Common Rius, you don't actually believe that." It wasn't a question, but they gave him the biggest eyes while answering anyway, "I mean... no.. but just in case.." Shaking his head, Thatcher knew all too well the other simply got terrified when chased and was making up excuses to keep from admitting it out loud.

Waving a hand at the other two, each holding their own gold cross in hand, he shooed all three of them out with threats to get along or he'll get up to kick their asses. Frowning till they closed the door behind them, he sighed and grinned. Maybe he was a little dumb too for adoring these idiots.