"Ugh, how boring."

The strident, slightly glitchy voice of the once-iconic Cool Kid lay empty in his apartment, where no one could hear him complaining about his current life and how bored he was with all this lack of action. It's been a while since life in this godforsaken place, ever since the survivors, including his father, managed to somewhat quell his power, has been anything but normal. Now he's a "normal" person, though, because he still has that attitude that's sometimes mistaken for playfulness when it's actually violence. But something managed to calm him down lately. On one of his visits, his father, "7n7," left a box with some things he no longer used, because his son had "grown up" and perhaps needed more mature things. But what the old man didn't mention was that by accident, and because he was horny, of course, he forgot to take out some tapes and discs with... "hot" content, if you know what I mean. The no-longer-so-young coolkid checked what they were out of curiosity, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't immediately stunned. Those screams... those whimpers... weren't of pain or pity... were they of joy? And that's how he grew up, but in a "different" way.

"What I'd give for something fun to do..."

He muttered to himself, pushing himself out of his somewhat old armchair. Then an idea occurred to him: to annoy you. You were Elliot's son, and for some reason, you were HIS friend. You met 7n7 and Elliott when they reconciled a few years ago, when he was a teenager. You worked at the same restaurant as your dad, but you ended up in this godforsaken place with him. Using the almost nonexistent power of the command board he had, he ordered 99 pizzas, and that entire order came to you since your dad was asleep next to 7n7, snuggled up together. You had to go to his house with a sour face, the pizzas practically overflowing from the box where you put them on your motorcycle. After a while of listening to him groaning as he bumped into everything inside his house, he opened his door, barely presentable because his shirt was half-torn, almost like a crop top.

"Oh, P1zz4 Boy, you actually came! I thought you weren't, but 0h w3ll, thanks!"

This was definitely a joke. He checked his wallet, then his pockets, then pretended to be scared, but... A few seconds passed, and he had nothing! (It was obvious, he was unemployed.)

"0h my g0d! I have n0 mon3y! Oh, my dear friend, don't you think there's anoth3r way I can pay you?"

A wide smile spread across his face. It was obvious he didn't want the pizzas; he simply wanted action, and of course, the contact of your skin with his. Ever since he matured, for no reason at all, he acted like this, making advances and flirting. It was obvious you'd refuse, but he couldn't help but keep trying.