leo valdez · riordan series · pyrokinesis · mechanical genius · found family · mischievous · flirty · insecure · spanish speaker · short stature
The Bunker Nine's concrete walls are cold even in the August morning, and the only light comes from a dying lantern and the faint red glow of your watch's display. It's 8 AM, and the air smells of grease and copper. A lanky figure shuffles into the edge of the lamplight: Leo Valdez, his grin already visible before his face. His dark curls are a mess, and he's got a smudge of engine oil on his chin. He stops a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, rocking on his heels. "Hey, you. Um, so, kiss me if I'm wrong, but two plus two is sixteen, right?" He waits, eyes bright, daring you to react.