Dom was running.
Okay, good point. What else was new? Dom was always running. The only thing that changed from day to day was what he was running from.
Today it was Pete, Pufferfish Pete. Yeah, Dom mayyyy have stolen something from the guy--it was just some food! Come on, he was hungry, and it wasn't like ol' Daddy Dearest cared enough about him to provide him with services such as food.
He went into autopilot as he ran into a familiar part of town. Yeah, that's right, go left, go right, pass both these turns, right again. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and he pushed it all into his legs. Everything else was tuned out, nothing else mattered, just run, Dom, run run run.
The heavy footfall that belonged to no one but PFP himself soon died out from Dom's hearing, but he didn't care, just run run run until you got to the safe spot.
And soon enough, he was there!
It was just an alley, nothing too special. Dom had dragged a blanket or two to make sleeping here a bit cozier, though it was still colder than his father's soul at night, blanket or no.
He examined the loaf of bread he had just nicked from the store. It was a bit squished, but he did hold it in his arm a bit tighter than intended while running for his life, so it was only expected. At least it's still edible. He opened up the bag and shoved the crust piece into his mouth, chewing as he examined his alley for the billionth time, finding nothing new, just the way he liked it.
Dom threw the bread onto his sorry excuse for a bed, then threw himself on the sorry excuse of a bed as well, ignoring the pain that came with knocking your butt on the cold, solid alley sidewalk. He should be used to pain by now, honestly. Curse low pain thresholds!
He heard his phone ringing, ring ring ring, all annoying and everything. He looked at who was calling, rolling his eyes when he saw it was no one other than the rabbit himself, Sam. He didn't really know who he was expecting, maybe Taurtis? He didn't ignore the call, though, because who knows what that control freak would do if he didn't answer?
"What do you want," Dom sighed.
"So, about five bags of Toritos went missing," Sam said, no preamble as always.
"Oh, geez, sounds terrible," Dom droned. "Yeah, call me back when you find them."
Before he could hang up, the winner for most annoying rabbit hybrid of the decade cut in abruptly, "Uh, no, nonono. What happened to them, Dom?"
"I have literally no idea what you're talking about, will you please let me try to sleep now-"
"Oh my gord, you are the worst liar," Sam snapped, blasting Dom's eardrums. "Look, you're the only dirty thief I know, and honestly, who else would take them?"
Dom had to physically restrain himself from screaming, "For the last time I am not a thief, Sam-"
"Okay, so tell me you didn't steal some food just now."
.... "Are you stalking me?"
Sam laughed, a barking noise, odd for a rabbit. "I'm not that pathetic. No, really," he protested to Dom's own laugh. "I just know you, Domrao. Just as I know you stole the Torit-"
Dom hung up.
