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The warm sun dabbled little shapes all over 007n7's cheeks as he worked under the tree's shade in his new backyard. There was a faint breeze pushing the short hair out of the way of his face. The windchimes were singing a comforting tune, and the suncatchers in their colorful dance, refracting colors on the deck. Seven was assembling a new garden bed, per C00lkidd's request. Kidd wanted to show off his gardening skills to the new housemates. It was a charming scene, watching his fluid movements, with the occasional stretch to observe his work.
The blinds to the window were scrunched all the way up allowing all the sunlight to come through, filling the kitchen with natural light. The Don was preparing the starter for the pizza he was going to make for dinner. The mason jar made satisfying clinks in response to his sharp claws. The vibrant blue tiles that lined the sink counter glimmered beautifully, complementing the bowl of fragrant lemons.
The sun shone in his eyes, but Don Sonnellino found something that sparkled even brighter. He found himself mimicking the facial expressions Seven had, contorting his eyebrows and stretching his lips to copy the confused expressions he observed.
They moved into a bigger home to accommodate for the accumulation of persons living with Seven and Kidd. Now with the addition of an upstairs, backyard, and living much closer to a park, it was quite the upgrade from the tiny apartment Seven previously rented.
The adjustment Post-saken was, to say the least, a huge but much needed one. Finally away from the repetitive hellscape and back into the sun, but it didn't go without its own struggles. Once news broke out, there was an outcry and concern that the everyday Robloxian may be dragged down next. Questions were raised as to how many absences in the ROBLOX headquarters went without question, and who was really behind the scenes? Reporters would frequently try to stop those who were previously survivors for a quick interview, and the killers were shunned.
It was for the best that everyone tried to readjust back to their pre-saken lives, but C00lkidd, as well as the Don and his goons grew a familial attachment. Despite being aware of how difficult it was going to be, Seven couldn't refuse his son after all the lost time; He had to start making up for it somehow. It was really awkward, previously at each other's throats, now living under the same roof.
The glass door to the backyard clicked open, the soft thud of a worn toolbox making itself known. “Phew..,” 007n7 huffed. He stood, clenching his burger hat in one hand, caressing the sweat off his forehead with another. He stood, mumbling to himself for a moment, opening his gui up to input something. And suddenly, he feels a presence behind him, shrinking beneath the gaze.
“Sette, water?”, the Don offered, glass already in hand. “Thanks Sonnellino.” Seven took the glass and hurriedly gulped it all down. He stood there for a moment, Don Sonnellino now standing in front of him. He felt observed, that all the nitpicky details on him were taken in note of. The Don's presence was intimidating. It was awkward, both men standing in the same spot for a while. Seven shifted his feet. “I'm.. gonna wash up and take care of a couple other things before I pick Kidd up! Haha..”
Before Don Sonnellino could comment, Seven was off. The glass Seven was holding made a tink in the sink when he put it down, and he made an awkward dash through the archway. Don was left standing, eyes fixed on where Seven made his escape.
There was always something between them, 007n7 never lingered too long in Don Sonnellino’s presence and the Don found it difficult initiating small talk with him. Words left unsaid weighed the air around them, waiting to be known. He heaved a heavy breath, he couldn't complain. After all, it was partly his fault for what 007n7 experienced in the hellscape they were trapped in. 007n7 died numerous times at his hand, and It only allowed a glimpse of clarity to mock the Don before regaining control over his consciousness.
Looking down, he noticed 007n7 dropped his burger hat. He strolled over to the lounge area and plopped himself onto the corner of the modular. The sunlight was a little quieter now, a faint golden glow making itself more present in the room. It made the dust on the TV more visible, dust that his men were meant to clean off days ago. The wooden flooring was a beautiful warm brown under the light. The rectangular carpet under the coffee table was littered with C00lkidd's toys, and a couple drawings from Contractee when he stayed up watching movies with Kidd.
The burger hat was soft in his calloused hand. It was noticeably worn, the color faded, with a couple holes and patches inside the hat itself. Don Sonnellino thought back to the time when the hat looked newer, the colors more vibrant, and it stood taller. When the eyes behind the pink framed glasses were younger, glimmering with mischief. A time where the scars on the Don's hands were still fresh. A time when they were both more immature and reckless. A time when the look that was given to him was not out of fear, but out of mutual respect and something that was a little more. A time that felt like it could have been a lifetime ago, where it felt like they were two entirely different people.
The hat felt weighted in his hand, and he held it like it was the most fragile thing in the world.