is this the real life?

OOC: m for mild gore and chronic potty mouth

It was late at night and Jupiter was wide awake. He’d been having trouble sleeping lately for reasons he refused to voice out loud or even really entertain on his own lest they harsh his considerable mellow. It could be argued his lack of steady sleep was his mellow harshed but that would require a bit more introspection than he was capable of and thus it went ignored. Out of sight, out of mind. Or something like that.

Jupiter was minding his own business when a small glowing something darted across his path. He leaped to the side like a startled cat. The rabbit sized streak of purple disappeared into the bushes before he could get a good look at it. All he could do was stand there and stare after it. Had anyone else seen that? His head snapped around in search of other witnesses. He’d take anything, even a baffled owl, as long as it meant he wasn’t the only one who saw it.