Time Off
by AAR
Disclaimer: I don't own anything beyond what I've created.
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Wolf's leg swung idly in a pendulum as the canine shaded his eyes from the sunrise. He was sitting on the hotel's roof with a half empty soda next to him, plus he was hyped up on an overload of caffeine from the previous Fourth of July party that the Hands' observed—along with every other possible holiday in the worlds the sentient limbs had taken the Smashers from. And that was a lot.
Last night was Fourth of July, a particularly loud holiday, because Snake and Bowser (the most unlikely duos seem to spring up here, he mused) had teamed up to build what was possibly the loudest and most colorful set of fireworks the Smashers would ever see. The colorful part didn't bother Wolf, though. It was the loudness that had led the bounty hunter to seek reprieve on a roof.
He was probably going to have to invest in earplugs later if the entire group chose to celebrate each holiday with Bowser and Snake's fireworks. It wouldn't surprise him if they did, but he preferred to be prepared. If he wasn't, then his eardrums were going to pop the next holiday. Painfully.
"Wolf!" called out a faint voice from below. Wolf looked down at the ground warily, completely aware of how high he was from the concrete ground. Who the hell stayed up till six in the morning—oh. It was the goody-two-shoes: Fox. Of course McCloud would wake up at six; it was practically bred in him to wake up early. "Isn't that a little high?" Wolf didn't answer him. Instead, he poked his can of soda with a claw, wondering whether it was worth it to waste such a good source of caffeine to spill it on the vulpine's head.
No, he decided rapidly, it wasn't. Unfortunately, he couldn't block Fox's shouts because of his superior hearing. Sometimes, being the animal wasn't the best thing on the planet. Wolf chewed his lip in contemplation, and then inspiration struck him. His other leg started shoving his other foot's boot off until Wolf could barely hold it. With careful aiming, he let it slip from his foot and using his eyepiece, he sniggered as it landed on Fox's face.
"Wolf, you son of a—!"
"Language! There are children in the hotel!" chided Wolf mockingly, waving a purple sock clad foot at the vulpine.
O, say can you see,
by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed
at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched,
were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night
that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave?
Author's Note: It was meant to be longer, seriously. I had to get myself a few prompts before anything actually stuck, though, because the original idea was a human!Wolf being a vigilante. That idea was thrown away quickly. So here I am, submitting an un-beta'd little drabble for the Fourth of July. 100 Smashin' Ways should be updated soon as well.