I told myself I wasn't going to upload a second chapter, but you simply can't keep me off this whole fic thing.
The disclaimer from chapter 1 applies here and on any further chapters. To recap, I own the story, but not the characters.
The next day, Wolf rose first. The memories of the day before still fresh in his mind. He hadn't laughed so hard in months, when Pigma got his head stuck in the pool table. Poor idiot. Wolf smiled and got up out of bed. He went downstairs into the kitchen where there was enough coffee to fill a single cup. He smirked at the thought of being the only one with coffee, and poured the remaining coffee into a cup. Wolf was feeling pretty good about that day.
That is, of course, until the Cornerian army decided to give them a nice little visit.
Wolf heard somebody banging on the door. He stood, proudly bringing his cup of coffee with him. Leon had the smart idea of having a one-way window on the door. When Wolf saw who it was, he just turned around, and simply walked away. He heard his name being called, and ignored it. Of course, he wasn't just going to leave them there to eventually break the door down, so he went to his chambers, put on his uniform and left his coffee, purposely, in his chambers. As he left, he grabbed his blaster, muttering "just in case." and went to get Leon and Pigma up to help Wolf 'greet' the Cornerian army.
Leon, having only been told they "have visitors" got up immediately. He must have thought there were some cute chameleon ladies on the other side of the front door.
Pigma was a bit harder to get up, but after having his own blaster held up to his face, he got up. Within moments, they were all in the hall. All three walked to the door.
When Leon noticed that there were not any chameleon females on the other side, he looked disappointed, but drew his blaster. Pigma did the same as Leon (minus the disappointment) and Wolf opened the door. "Oh hi." Wolf spoke, signaling for his team to hold their fire with his tail. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"You and your team are under arrest, O'Donnell!" the solider at the head said.
"For what?" Wolf decided to toy with this solider's mind, and see just how much he knew. Of course, Wolf already knew how this would end.
The solider was silent for a second. "Criminal... Activity..."
He knew nothing. Wolf signaled for his team to open fire. They did, and the Cornerian army fled, which made Wolf think that wasn't the real Cornerian army. Wolf closed the door and walked back to his chambers, grabbed his coffee and went to the kitchen to drink it.
Leon and Pigma sat on opposite sides of the table. "I bet that wasn't actually them." Pigma gave a voice to Wolf's earlier thoughts. The Wolf didn't listen for long, and decided to read the daily paper, which he picked up after taking care of the 'army.' They were, indeed, on the paper this time. On the front page, in face, which must mean that there was not update on Sauria. Wolf seriously didn't care. He read the story on his team, and got creeped out when it said exactly what they had ordered for lunch. Where do they get this stuff?
After proudly finishing the cup of coffee, (which Leon wasn't so happy about when he found out that was the last cup) Wolf decided to try TV again. Hopefully there's something good on.
Long story short, there wasn't.
Wolf turned the TV off. Then he noticed that he hadn't showered for a few days, and he wasn't smelling that great. He decided that it was interplanetary Star Wolf Does Laundry Day. He threw his uniform in the washer, with Leon and Pigma's (by now, he was in a housecoat, don't worry.) and ran the washer. He then proceeded to start taking a shower.
Then he noticed what a bad idea that was. He jumped out of the shower, and shut it off as soon as the water hit is body. Wolf sighed at how dumb an idea of a shower during laundry was, and that he fell for it. He put on a housecoat and sat on his bed, waiting for the darned washer to finish, so he could take a shower. He could smell himself, and that isn't all roses.
After an hour that felt like days, the washer finally stopped and Wolf finally got the shower he was waiting for. This time, it wasn't freezing.
It wasn't until he was all wet, did he notice that he was out of soap. He sighed, and got out of the shower. Even though he was Wolf O'Donnell, he was not going without a shower, not today. He had to find something to wear, and finally found a shirt that he hadn't work in a while. It was plain white. As for pants, he found a pair that was slightly too small, but they worked. He wasn't going to hear anything else. Maybe they wouldn't recognize him.
Why not send Leon out? Well, there are two things Wolf doesn't trust Leon's judgment with, and soap was one of those.
To better his chances of not being found out, he wore a cap and took off his eye patch, which he didn't need anyways. It was just for looks, really. It took him a moment to get his balance, since he wasn't used to using both eyes. He walked (okay, stumbled, really) out to his Wolfen and took off.
Within moments, he was at the store. He landed his Wolfen, this time not taking up more than one parking spot because he landed in the middle of the road, and went inside. Luckily, nobody seemed to recognize him, not even the cashier. He was able to go in and out without any problems.
When he got to his Wolfen, he noticed a little paper on the side. He pulled it off and read it. Looks like he got a ticket. He crumpled it up, threw it away and headed back home, where there would surely be clean, dry laundry waiting for him. That is, if Pigma did actually put the wet clothes in the laundry.
Surprise, he didn't. Wolf was frustrated, but put them in the dryer and went to take that shower.
The remainder of the day was uneventful.
