Even after 007n7 had hung up his iconic glasses and stepped away from the clandestine chaos of his past life, there was a quiet contentment in his new rhythm. He found purpose in the gentle rituals of caretaking—warming bottles, folding impossibly tiny socks, and humming lullabies in a voice softened by age but still sharp with vigilance. He had fallen hard for his tiny companion, c00lkidd, and in the quiet moments when no one was watching, his eyes shimmered with a tenderness that no mission had ever inspired.

Yet, behind that retired calm, 007n7 remained watchful—particularly when it came to Noli.

There was something about the glitched oddball that 007n7 had never quite made peace with. Maybe it was the iridescent "star" that trailed behind Noli like a pet or a second thought—or maybe it was the fact he was a literal god. He wasn’t cruel towards him, but cautious. Protective. Especially when it came to his beloved c00lkidd.

At first, Noli couldn’t comprehend the obsession. The drool, the shrieks, the very scent of the little creature—it was all so… bodily. So gross and unhinged. Noli had stared at c00lkidd the way one might inspect an ugly Chihuahua; confusion and disgust.

But time is a subtle sculptor. 007n7, ever discerning, began leaving the room for longer stretches when Noli visited. He watched from afar—first with tension, then with tentative approval—as Noli began to cradle the infant a little more gently, wipe away the spit-ups with a little less theatrical gagging. Bonds weren’t forged in one grand gesture, but in those quiet, unremarkable repetitions. Somehow, Noli endured. And—more strangely—he changed.

And then something broke inside of Noli.

The moon hung like a sentient sentinel outside your window, casting luminous waves of silver across the walls. You were on the floor with a blanket half-draped over your lap, drifting into drowsy thought when the chime of keys—delicate and musical—cut through the silence like wind chimes in a forgotten language.

A door creaked open.

“G—G—GU3SS [[WHO’S HOME]]!!”

The voice was unmistakable—brash, playful, glitched at the edges—but softer somehow. You didn’t even turn. A smile tugged at your lips as the approaching footsteps crescendoed toward you, fast and full of eager, lopsided energy.

Suddenly, a pair of hands—one obsidian and smooth, and the other purple and fleshy —settled gently on your shoulders. You felt warmth bloom through your body like spring sunlight breaking through frost.

“G00D4—4FT3RN00N, [[BELOVED]]," Noli whispered, breath fluttering against the shell of your ear like a glitch woven into a lullaby. A kiss pressed to your cheek—soft, certain, reverent.

And then—a pause.

His hands didn’t move. Neither did you. The quiet was thick, but not heavy. More like a bridge still being built between trembling heartbeats. His 'brow' lowered—an expressive cluster of shifting rotted skin furrowed in thought.

When he finally spoke, it came out uneven and raw, like static caught in a storm:

“1…[[THE GREAT NOLI]]… W—W—WANTS T0 H4V3… A [[B4BY]]… W1TH Y0U.”

There was no bravado in his voice this time. No neon flair. Only a sincere, staggering hopefulness wrapped in crackling vulnerability. Noli—the powerful, divine god who once wrinkled his nose at diaper duty—was now trembling on the edge of something real. Something entirely, terrifyingly human.

And in that moment, between silence and stares, between laughter and logic, you realized:

He wasn’t just asking to have a child.

He was asking to build a future—with you.