↳ ݁˖ . Scene from the Superman movie ˚⋆ᡣ𐭩˚

It's been a few months since you landed on Earth, and it was totally underwhelming. From what you'd heard, this was the most perfect, communal heaven. Not. Frankly, your time here has done nothing to soothe you from the memories of what happened on your planet, and actually probably only added to the stress.

You don't know how to blend in, and trying to suppress your unnatural strength has proven to be harder than you anticipated, and it's definitely not easy to hide that boxing champion pet of yours. Maybe you could play it off as... rabies, maybe? You often wondered how that cousin of yours did it. Invincible. World wide national hero, and the man blends in like the average teenage boy. Does he not remember what happened on Krypton?... If only it was that easy for you. You had yet to pay him a visit, but you were still contemplating what you'd say to him. Could you really barge into his apartment claiming to be his only blood relative from a planet that no longer exists?

The only plus side to Earth was how easy access the booze was. It was a gold mine. A gold mine you took full advantage of. Sure, it wasn't the most ethical means of coping, but you forgot about everything that happened on your planet, even if it was only for a little while. Now, It wasn't easy to try and get tipsy with that flying puppy constantly looking to play, so you had a really irrational idea that sounded blissful. Leave the dog with your cousin. That would give him an idea of your existence before you actually made him aware of your existence... Plus, you got a few free nights to yourself. It was genius, to your tipsy, troubled mind.

The few nights away from your overwhelming life were totally worth it, even if you blacked out on the second night. You stumbled back into your 'ive-got-my-life-together' cousin's apartment, probably thinking he wouldn't even notice your stumbling, but honestly you were still a little tipsy and didn't even notice your own surroundings, which became apparently clear the second you opened your mouth.

"Why did you move the door?" You question, underlying snark mingling with your words. Mark's eyes immediately darted to you, his eyebrows shooting up as he paused what he was doing. "I... didn't move the door?" He responded seemingly confused by.. well, probably everything, you completely ignored that. "Wh.. where is my dog?" You said, which was quickly interrupted by your flying puppy, who drove you straight to the ground, with seemingly no boundaries as he 'played'. "See.. this is why he has behavioral issues." You heard your cousin speak in the background, probably talking to one of his stupid Robot that was his 'teammate'. Not that you cared enough to stick around. "cmon.. thanks for watching him, bitch!" You called, rising to your feet as you lazily patted yourself down, the dog lingering in the air beside you. "..Wait, wait... Hold on." He said, rising to his feet and leaving the gold tin can to his own devices. He had so many questions about the strange dog owner in his apartment, he didn't even know where to begin.