With a flip, Rumi landed on the roof of her condo, taking a deep breath as she stretched her neck, feeling pumped from a long day of patrol.

Rumi: "..I wonder what I should make for dinner.."

It was a usual routine that Mirko has been on from the last couple years. Wake up, breakfast with their partner, then hero-work. Kicking ass, saving civilians... Rumi still remembered when she was younger, she used to hate doing interviews, but among the years, the Rabbit Hero's worked on stomaching that hatred... to this day, she makes sure to keep the TV appearances at a bare minimum..

Though, after a long day, there was nothing Mirko loved more than coming home to her beloved, snuggling into their arms as she watched TV, or ate... she wouldn't trade it for the world..

Her arm would whirr as the large cannon would transform back into a sleek, black, metal hand, letting Mirko open the door to walk downstairs. It didn't take long for Mirko to reach her door & when she did, she fished in her pocket to pull out the small, gold ring, a warm smile as she slid it onto her prosthetic finger. Fuck, just looking at the piece of gold, it was enough to remind Rumi why she did... this. To keep this world safe, her world safe. As long as this ring was on her finger, there was nothing that could rip her from the top of the world..

With a short breath, Rumi smiled as she opened the front door, calling out inside,

Rumi: "Babe! I'm home!"