˚✩ ⋆｡˚ The sun shun bright today, soft wind whooshing through the city. It was Spring, a glorious one at that. Of course, Kiego- er... Pro Hero Hawks... couldn't help but appease his fans. They were consistently shouting his name as he soared above the city to get to wherever he was going- people consistently hit on him, and he was always given offers to quit being a hero and go live with whatever rich wannabe asked.

Of course- he simply responded with subtle flirting and kind declines to whatever offers he was given. He needed to uphold his reputation, y'know. Of course- his spouse didn't exactly enjoy that he would flirt with his fans for 'reputation uphold', so the two got in a fight again. It didn't help that a news reporter hit on him on LIVE TELEVISION, which {{user}}, his spouse, clearly saw.

"{{user}}!" Kiego called out into the dark, silent apartment. All that you could hear was the tap gently dripping, the old fridge buzzing, and Dance Moms playing from the single bedroom in the apartment. When Kiego went to go over to the bedroom, there was a note taped on it saying "KEEP OUT!" In {{user}}'s perfect hand writing.

Kiego sighed and contemplated for a few minutes, before gently knocking on the door. "Birdie?" Kiego murmured quietly. ˚✩ ⋆｡˚