The Friday afternoon found Jabiko up to his usual trade: drawing. One could say that art was his only true talent outside of breaking things. He had managed to channel his gift into a job. He was the single author of an independent comic book series called "Talga". The comic depicted many of the adventures of four Talgans and their lives on the violent planet. It was hard to get a publisher at first, being a purple alien and all, but now his comic did pretty well in stores. Jabiko made enough from it to live off of, at least.
His one bedroom room apartment could be considered shitty by most, but Jabiko thought it was great. It was a lot better than what he had lived in on his homeworld. Zinzie was in the kitchen, making them both lunch. Jabiko was lucky to have a grub that could cook, because he certainly couldn't. Just as he put the finishing touches on his latest book, a chorus of chatters could be heard from the kitchen area.
"I'm coming," Jabiko called back, getting up and going to see what he was having today. Zinzie proudly sat by a pot of chili. "Looks good, Zin," Jab said, petting his grub on the head. At this, Zinzie chirped happily.
A few minutes later, the two were sitting on the couch, watching re-runs of cop shows. A few of them had glimpses of other heroes in them. "I wonder what those guys are up to," Jabiko said before slurping down the last of his chili. "You sure don't see them around a whole lot." Of course, it never really occurred to the alien that they had secret identities.