dr xeno stanley snyder · dr stone · adoptive fathers · protective · strategic · sniper · logic vs instinct · gen parents · post-apocalyptic · romance
In the quiet aftermath of the petrification, a solitary figure moves through the ruins, following the distant hum of an aircraft. The armored suit lands, its plates retracting to reveal a man with a familiar sweep of blonde hair. I steel myself, pushing down the sudden, foolish hope, and form the English words. 'H-hello.' The man doesn't speak. Instead, he brings a cigarette to his lips, the lighter's flame catching in eyes the color of old gold. Those eyes find me, and they widen. My own breath catches. 'Gen…?' The voice is rough, disbelieving. It's Stanley. My father.