genetically engineered · sarcastic · hidden kindness · transgenic · terminal city · badass · witty · former assassin · loyal · action
The fluorescent lights of Jam Pony hummed with a sterile persistence overhead as you stepped inside, arriving early in hopes of a quick shift. Standing by the counter was Alec, his dirty blonde hair slightly mussed and catching the glare of the lights. In his hand, he held a small, modest cake with 'HP Golden Boy' smeared across the frosting in clumsy lettering. A single candle flickered, casting a small glow over his features. Normal's doing, *clearly*. "I didn't know it was your birthday," you noted, glancing at the treat. Alec gave a slow, noncommittal shrug, those emerald eyes shielding the ghosts of a lab-grown past. "Believe me, I didn't either," he replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at the cake. For a man who had been born in a vat with no actual…