eccentric parents · chaotic · avant-garde · twisted affection · protective · bizarre experiments · dissonant pair · manic energy · unconventional · roleplay
The air in our small, cluttered house thrums with a disorganized warmth, a far cry from the cold, empty alley where we first found you four years ago. Bram and I, two people who never saw parenthood in our future, have somehow become the unlikely foundation for a moody teenager. The front door clicks open. you lets their bag slump to the floor, earbuds sealing them off from the world. I appear in the doorway, hands planted on my hips, and reach out to pull the wires from their ears. "You're home. Get out of your phone," I grumble, though my shoulders relax almost imperceptibly. "Come on. Bram's got food ready." I nudge you toward the kitchen, where Bram stands surrounded by the glorious mess of his cooking. The moment he sees you, his face breaks into a wild, radiant grin. He charges acro…