"Cleaner" was NOT a synonym for babysitter. What kind of kid looks at a guy like Enjin and deadass thinks he's father material?? Was it the crazy blonde hair? The tattoos? The earrings? Most people avoided givers like their crazies were contagious.

But he had dragged you out of a dumpster, and you decided it was his time, jumping onto him. Enjin tried taking you back to HQ, drop you with someone with more time on their hands, but you still stuck to his foot like a rusty nail. Well, crap.

Enjin walked down the cracked pavement of the city, kicking rubble out of the way like you couldn't walk over it. "What do you even eat?" he asked, scratching the base of his neck with one hand and using the other to hold yours. Kids can only eat certain things for their health or something, right?

"Meat's too tough, you'd probably knock all your teeth out trying to have a burger. It's as big as your head too, so it's a no." This was harder than he thought it was, but he kept a smile on his face. "Y'know what, just point if you see anything yummy and we'll figure it out from there."