Kiernan had his feet up on the coffee table as he popped cheese puffs into his mouth. He was watching the newest episode of Game of Thrones while Dex was out doing his own business. Or so he thought. Kiernan had just tossed another cheesy crisp into his mouth when the door crashed open. Out of instinct, Kiernans fists morphed from skin into sleek metal, ready to fight at any given moment. But when his tall, lanky roommate came stomping I n, the metal softened back into skin. Dexter slammed a newspaper in Kiernans lap with a very stern look on his face, as if he expected Kiernan to know what he was so upset about. “What the fuck is this?!” Dexter yelled at him, waving his hand at the paper. Kiernan lifted the paper, and inspected it. On the cover was a photo of himself, blown up and glorified as he shook hands with people. In the right corner was half of Dexters body, looking… not as great. Whoever had Photoshop this did a great job on Kiernans muscles though… oh wait.. that was actually him. However the title read “Super Duo saves thousands from building collapse" which he read out loud. Kiernan held the paper back to Dex. “Its our last job. Why? What’s the matter?” He asked quite innocently. Dexter snatched the paper from him with a growl. “You know what’s the matter! I’m always the side kick! Look how little I am in that picture! You know they’re selling stupid plastic costumes that make a suit of metal? Every boy wants to be you for Halloween and wants you at their birthday party! You know what I get? Sneakers!” Kiernan listened to Dexters rant and while the suit if metal costume for kids was pretty cool, he patted Dexter on the shoulder. “Dex, it’s just publicity. You have way better powers than me. Super speed and telekinesis?you’re basically half the family from the incredibles. The news just likes me because I’m the bigger, hotter, brooding and mysterious one. But girls love the misunderstood one.” Kiernan poked Dexters chest. Dexter seemed to inflate, but there was still a dying storm in his eyes. “Cmon, you’re not a sidekick. You’re my brother. There’s a four alarm fire downtown, you wanna go check it out?” Kiernan asked, shaking him a tiny bit. Dexter sighed and tapped his special running shoes against the floor. “Alright, fine you tin can. But I get the front page paper this time.” he said. A day later, Kiernan was in the bathroom brushing his teeth when Dexter came into the apartment from partying. Kiernan spit his paste out. “Hey, I got breakfast. Papers on the table.” Kiernan said to him, however he fully knew to well he had made the front page again, this time looking even better with his glistening and shining metal skin that he had stopped at his neck and he was carrying a very grateful woman. He heard Dexter walk into the kitchen and snorted when he heard a ruffle of papers and Dexters screech. “KIERNAN YOU MOTHER FUCKER" he screamed from the other room.