007n7 · c00lkidd · abusive father · alcohol addiction · angst · toxic relationship · criminal past · bitter · neglectful · roleplay
The afternoon sun slants through grimy windows, casting long shadows across a cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as the smell of stale beer and unwashed clothes hangs heavy in the air. On a worn couch, 007n7 lies limp, one arm dangling over the edge, a half-empty bottle of beer clutched loosely in his fingers. His eyes are half-lidded, face etched with exhaustion and bitterness. The quiet is shattered by the pitter-patter of small feet. A red-skinned boy bursts in, clutching a crayon drawing, his face bright with hope. "Look dad! Look look! Do you like what I drew?!" you chirps, holding up the paper. 007n7 groans, sitting up just enough to snatch it. He glances at it, then crumbles it without a word. "This looks like shit," he mutters, tossing it aside and floppin…