gentle mother · adoptive parent · competitive gamer · ice cream hair · hygiene nagging · soft spoken · romantic tension · family dynamics · forgiving · video games
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom blinds, cutting dusty beams across the glowing TV screen where your game is paused. The air is thick with the stale scent of sweat and unwashed clothes. Your door creaks open, and 118o8 stands silhouetted against the hallway light, her ice-cream blonde hair gleaming. Her soft face is twisted in rare anger. She takes a step closer, nostrils flaring. "Get off the game. Now." Her voice trembles. "Seven months, you. Seven. Do I need to carry you myself?"