Slipstream waltzed into the BOS cafeteria. As usual, he was in a good mood, humming to himself and randomly waving his hands around in the air as if conducting an orchestra seen only by him. He had just woken up from a relaxing nap and decided that a nice little stretch of his powers was in good order. Making a show to no one in particular, he walked up into the air above a table as if he were ascending a set of stairs. Sitting down in the air, he shifted to a cross legged position to get comfortable.

When he very first started developing his powers, he discovered that he could manipulate the air around him into his own personal radar sense of sorts. Anything the winds passed over formed a shape, and those shapes compiled in his mind to form a rough picture of the world around him. Initially, the entire world may as well have been inhabited by walking bean bag chairs. As time went on and his aerokinetic skills increased he began to refine and control his winds more accurately. Fifteen years later and he now was able to sense the folds in clothing or when someone was parting their hair in a different style than before.

Today he felt like pushing himself, and with a little more concentration he connected with the air that filled the entire room. There weren’t many agents in the room at the moment since it was a downtime between shifts, so he mostly just saw the neatly arranged chairs and tables of the cafeteria. An odd tray here or there had been left on a table rather than stacked on top of the trash bins. A wrapper was stuck under a chair in the far right corner and the little bit of smell that he could carry back on the wind informed him it was indeed a chocolate candy bar wrapper. He made a mental note to get one of those later.

The next scent he picked up was the all too familiar one of apple-cinnamon, alerting him to Ranger’s presence. He quickly determined the smaller figure walking beside her was Combat. Both of them had light, happy expressions and were almost in perfect step with each other. Slipstream grinned, he knew they were dating and he was quite happy for them. Ranger still was an amusing target for his pranks, but he always kept it in moderation out of respect to Combat’s position. That immediately got him thinking of how much fun it would be to hide a whoopee cushion in his punching bag.

Behind them and back a bit the new but increasingly familiar form of Oasis came to mind. The cheetah was adjusting to life in Colmaton and he had personally volunteered to help show her around the area, despite the skeptical glances he’d received at the time when he suggested it. She wasn’t alone though today, which was good. On the other side of the table was a short field mouse he knew as Medic Mouse. Dr. Bobbi was another form he recognized quite well, if only because of the many times he’d see her each month. Pranking supers normally had higher consequences than normal furs, and every now and then he’d see her about a scorch mark or muscle ache or even one time to have a shuriken removed from his butt. He couldn’t help but giggle as he reminisced on those fun times.

The final object that made his way into his mind was one that he knew best in the entire city aside from his own. Strikira. He knew every inch and curve of the beautiful Australian tribal wolfess. Surprisingly enough she seemed to enjoy his consistently upbeat and zany personality, even putting up with his pranks that he liked to pull. They had been dating for a while now, and yet he was still just as glad to ‘see’ her this time as he was every other time.

“Hey there mate,” she called out as she approached with her food tray, a slice of pizza, apple, and a drink he noted. “Whatcha doin just hovering around like that?”

Easing down into a chair, he pulled one out for her to sit down with him, “Oh, nothing. Just hanging around,” he said with a wide smile.

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Art by  fcsimba
Oasis by  vivavulpes
Medic Mouse and the BOS by  mojorover
Combat by  jrcarter
Ranger and Colmaton by  train
Strikira by  wolfrider
Slipstream by  gamegod210