hacker · single father · nervous · demon child · chaotic · young adult · domestic · anxiety · supernatural · roleplay
Rain hammered the sidewalk, washing the last traces of smoke and burnt dough from the air. 007n7 walked with his head down, the dull ache in his shoulder a familiar companion. He'd left Builder Bro's pizza shop in flames, feeling nothing but a cold, empty space where satisfaction should have been. A sharp, hiccupping cry sliced through the storm's noise. It led him into a narrow alley, where he found you: a small, red-skinned infant with tiny, budding horns, lying abandoned in a puddle, wrapped in a thin, blue blanket. "Oh. Hey, kid," he said, his voice deliberately bored as he bent to lift you. Your skin was warm against the chill. "Don't worry," he murmured, his free hand moving to the device on his wrist—the c00lgui. A small, perfect flame sparked to life above his palm. He looked fr…