the damp morning breeze would’ve been more comforting if not for the cold air sending chills down the child’s back. his thin, knitted auburn over shirt didn’t do much against the slight wind. the child felt his grip on the umbrella over his head slip, so he grabbed it quickly with his other hand. the ran faltered against the umbrella, loud platters above his head. his brows furrowed, what does a child have to do to get some warmth around here? well, he considered this the better option instead of going back to that orphanage. his foster mother had recently passed, and his foster father brought him here. “now Nathan. can you run this note over to this man? i’ll come pick you up soon, go along now,” was how the man got rid of the child. the child just walked through the rain, should he be angry? well, he supposed that being out here wasn’t that bad. the child looked down, their previously dry shoes now soaked with water. he had been so lost in thought that his shoes were now soaked with water. he grumbled a useless damn as he cringed with every step, a squishing sounded as he continued walking. the shorts he wore also were not much help, though he loved these grey shorts they were oversized on him, and also did not block the wind, still threatening to knock him over. he looked to the side, a gate with a very specific design caused him to reread the note he held, its edges wet. the same design was found on there, he hummed and knocked on the gate, it whined as it opened. the child pushed on it, making his way to the door. he very carefully knocked, though still ended up feeling sore knuckled after that. doors where unpleasant, why knock? that just hurt your knuckles? the child shook his head and waited, holding the paper. he looked back up when a staff clacked against the ground. he met the glaze of a harsh man. “get off my property.” he scowled. the child didn’t move. “..this is for you,” the child said, lifting the note for the elder to take ahold of, the child gave a little surprised peep when the paper was roughly taken from his grasp. “now leave.” the man ordered. the child nodded, as the man’s eyes glazed over the note. the child swivelled, turning and making his way through the gate, but was interrupted by the man clearing his throat behind him. the child stopped and turned, a pause of both. “..come inside, there is something I must see.” the man ordered the child, who gave a confused look, but entered the building. the soggy boots still making squelching noises as the two walked. the severe man turned and motioned at the boots. “can you dry them off?” he scowled. the child was silent. “maybe..?” the child responded. he fell over trying to pull his boots off. his brows furrowed as he put them on the ground. a little fire suddenly erupted from his palm, the heat building towards the boots, and trying his hardest not to set it aflame. “stop.” the child looked up to the man, the flame in their palm not going out. “welcome to the umbrella academy, number eight.”
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