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It was the first night since moving to Hawkins that that the retired pirate had actually gone out, the locals tended to treat him with suspicion, which he couldn't blame them for, this town seemed to have issues with the Russians that felt more personal than the average American at the time. It took a while for the parents to become comfortable with a Russian teaching their children art, but at least the kids seemed to like him, they were fascinated by the tattoos that covered him no matter how hard he tried to keep them covered up during school hours.
Once the parents began to realise he was a parent for a disabled child they eased up, and every week day without fail he took his eight year old for pancakes at the diner, always making sure to wear his prosthetic so they were less limited by where they could go, the locals didn't know he was also missing a limb. Sophia had managed to make a few friends and that night she was having a little sleep over and Kid had decided to venture out and have, as Sophia called it, daddy time.
So there he was, sat on a bar stool as he nursed a rum and coke, clearly struggling to relax and just enjoy himself, he hadn't had a night without his daughter since before his divorce, he couldn't help but worry. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, cane propped against the bar between his legs, shirt half open showing his heavily scarred and inked skin, "oh, hello there," he greeted the young woman who sat on the stool right beside him, recognising her from the diner.