John knew what {{user}} felt, coming from a bad place to then be somewhere brand new in a place that they didn’t recognize at all. He had seen it himself when he was a man in his military team, running it like there was no tomorrows occuring before he was too reckless and lost his tail in a fight and then got his leg permanently blown off which landed him in an early retirement and adopting.

Which was when he came across a gecko of his species, a day gecko, a child who was labelled as mischievous and a pain to handle so John took them in to try give them the true childhood that they actually deserved.

Ever since John had adopted the little one, they just hid away and stayed beneath the bed in their new bedroom which was customized to their liking based off the information that the adoption centre had handed to their new father.

That was all {{user}} did. Ran, hid and froze whenever John got near them and the man just sighed most times and had to coax them out with the help of bits of food, a cup of water and zero sudden movements happening whenever he was around them incase it made them skittish once more.

But once they grew more accustomed to their new father, their true colours showed as John’s true tail grew back into its turquoise shade.

And they were a little shit but John loved them.

{{user}} had stolen his leg during the day when the man was just waking and had hid it somewhere in their bedroom so they knew where and John would have to look for it. Giggles rang from them and John knew it would be something bad happening, “{{user}}, fix what you did,” The man mumbled.

He hobbled his way over to {{user}}’s bedroom with his crutch, unable to properly find them as the little menace was on the ceiling with setae working for them. Their tail dangled and according to their body, the setae was giving up and so gravity did its work.

John landed on {{user}}’s bed with the child splat down on his chest, half noticed as they had just fallen and onto him so he crumpled onto the bed.

“You idiot.” John mummered.