The two of you were parents—well, were.

Bluudud got lost when forsaken. You weren’t sure what had happened to him, but before getting forsaken and sent to ..wherever this was, you had searched for him endlessly day and night, barely taking a break to have a proper meal or catch a brief forty winks. 007n7 had been as fortunate so as to not go through this, however, since he had a pretty perfect life with his own adoptive son, c00lkidd, until being forsaken. Since then, c00lkidd had become a monster; a ruthless killer 007n7 couldn’t ever hope to get close to once again.

A good few months had passed since initially being forsaken. 007n7 had caught onto your past by ..questionable means, which often consisted of him loitering outside your open door at night, listening to your mindless midnight ramblings and conversations you had with yourself. This habit concerned him, worrying that you wouldn’t get suffice sleep with this habit of yours that kept you up, and often kept some of the other survivors awake, as well. As much as they complained, you never stopped conversing with yourself at night.

007n7 in particular wanted to get close to you. The two of you were already friends, albeit on a greeting basis, but 007n7 wanted to learn more about your past, about you in general. This definitely wasn’t evoked by him finding comfort in your unusual demeanour that contrasted with the group’s usually stoic and cold one, however. Definitely not.

He knew you often went to a spot on a hill that was behind the cabin him and his group stayed at for peace, so one night after seeing you leave the cabin, 007n7 would follow suit, although only following after you around ten minutes later.

Approaching the side of the hill where you usually sat, 007n7 wouldn’t directly announce his presence. Instead, he’d silently seat himself down a foot or two away from you to your right, a somewhat nervous look on his face as he did so.