(warnings: I can't spell or am I good at grammar, this is both my opinion and head canon of the character/characters)
[character: 007n7]
After a long long day at work
The last thing you wanted to do was go home to where your adopted baby and 'trying" to get better criminal partner were
You loved them both but like your partner 007n7 you were new to parenting and with the child being part demon with a skin condition made going home a bit harder at the day you had
All you wanted to do was eat, sleep, maybe a nice hot bath, and repeat.
You stepped into your slightly crappie apartment, it being messy and "lived in" like normal, 007n7 was sitting on the couch looking decent for once with C00lkidd in his arms drinking from his sippy cup.
007n7 turned to you once you came in with a small cheesey grin like normal, he asked how your day was, "crappy" was the only way you could put it as you plopped onto the couch next to him looking like you could pass out at any moment.
And within a few minutes you did.
You woke up with C00lkidd in your arms curled up against you while the smell of food flooded the house.
You went to the kitchen needing to fill up C00lkidds sippy for when he'd inevitably wake up with a food tantrum.
You saw 007n7 cooking? That's new...
The ingredients looked recent enough to have been boughtten from the store maybe a few hours ago?
"he better not have stolen those" you thought to yourself as you filled up the sippy cup with C00lkidd still in your arms.
He was making your favorite food as well, well anything would be your favorite at this point...
After dinner and giving C00lkidd a bath in the sink after his food and highchair tantrum, you decide that a nice hot bath would actually be nice, though it would bring your water and gas bill up you really needed it.
007n7 was putting C00lkidd into his crib so both wouldn't notice if you were gone to relax for a bit.
Until 007n7 came in and gave you a grocery bag of stuff.
You assumed it was toothpaste or some kid toys for C00lkidd for when he got old enough to actually sit in the tub
Bubble bath, kids toothbrush, bath salts? (Or like a bath bomb or a uhhhh fancy soap you really like, idk whats romantic for a bath sorry)
As you were going through the bag 007n7 got the bath ready for you and got undressed waiting for you.
You stood there confused, tired, he's been acting strange all day, doing things he wouldn't normally do...
Buying you stuff, cooking you're fav foods, actually being a decent father for the kid...
07n7 comforting Artist!reader who's having an artblock. Anyway, have a good day/night!!
>It sounds lovely.
>007n7 happens to be one of it's favorites.
>It shall enjoy writing this.
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007n7 x Artist! Reader
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You had been struggling recently.
For two reasons.
The most obvious one being the death game your trapped in.
The other? Art block.
Who knew in this endless hell the thing you'd hate second most was not knowing what to make in-between rounds?
But here you sat in the lodge, supplies sitting out on the coffee table, fire crackling in the fireplace. And you've done nothing. No progress, no ideas, nothing. You've tried just free handing something but couldn't get anything right, and so you gave up.
You groan, holding your face in your hands. This is the worst. The one thing that brought you peace here you can't even do because you just can't think.
The others have already gone off to do their own things, making dinner, talking, playing cards, games, or pool.
You can hear them laughing throughout the lodge. It's odd, the daily life you all have made here.
Looking at your supplies makes your head hurt. You could be doing anything else but you want to make art. You want to make. But you cant. Your mind won't let you and your hands fumble each time.
Your frustration must be rather obvious because you hear the clearing of someone's throat behind you.
You turn around and spot the last person you expected.
007n7.
He looks at you sheepishly, not bothering to sit on the couch and giving you your space.
" Ah- are you... okay? "
You blink a bit in surprise. It's not often you see him around after rounds. And it's even rarer to see him being the one to start a conversation.
" Oh uhm...sorta? I'm just a little...blocked."
You see him glance from you to the coffee table where your supplies are.
" Blocked? "
" Yeah, like art blocked. "
He looks a little confused. You're pretty sure he doesn't know what that term means. So you do your best to explain it.
" Oh. That sounds like it sucks? "
" Yeah it does haha- "
The longer you talk, the more nervous he looks, as if you're about to bite his head off or tell him to go away. But you'd never do that.
Instead, you pat the space next to you on the couch. He looks surprised at your invitation but he takes it, carefully sitting next to you but not very close.
You both sit in silence for a few seconds as he tries to figure out what to say next, eventually taking a look at your supplies again.
" What sort of art do you usually make? "
You light up a little bit as you explain what you do.
He nods along and eventually ends up asking about your supplies, and you eagerly explain what you use them for, even if it was mundane.
While you talk, you've realized he's been asking all the questions. You don't know much about him yourself so-
" Do you do any art? " you ask him.
" Oh! Uh, no not really. Not like what you do. "
" So you do other art? "
He seems a little nervous about it, but since first meeting him, he's always been nervous.
" I....guess you could call it that? "
You tilt your head in confusion at him.
" Well anything you make can be called art. "
He gives you a very small smile. His hand reaches out for something before stopping short. He glance at you from the corner of his eye.
" Do...do you want to see it? " He asked.
" Only if you're willing to show me, I won't force you to. "
7n7 thinks about it for just a moment before he pulls out his c00lgui. The red and black text box hovering just in front of him.
You eye it suspiciously, knowing what it's capable of. But you trust 7n7 enough.
You watch as he seems to type on an invisible keyboard, and instead of prompts, commands, or texts, it symbols.
He eventually turns the c00lgui in your direction so you can fully see what he's made.
It's a....cat? Made of text.
7n7 looks at you expectantly, unsure of what you'd think.
" It's not much but- "
" Is super cute! "
You interrupt him with a smile on your face.
" How'd you do that? " You ask him, genuinely interested. It catches him by surprise, a small blush across his cheeks.
" Oh I- well during college I...It was super popular to make these little pictures and well- I would get bored and here we are. "
He doesn't explain it well but you won't push him. He's never spoken much bout himself so you'd rather not push your luck with questions.
" That's actually....really cool. Do you know any more? "
He smiles a bit more as his fingers glide over the invisible keyboard as he erases the cat and starts a new picture.
A fish. Then a bird. A house. A tree. A sky. A kite. A fire. Pizza. A face. A skull.
He goes on for a bit, watching your reactions to each. Some he does with ease like the pizza and skull, the others take him a few tries to get right.
" Can you teach me how to do it? " Even if you can't see whatever the keyboard he's using is, you think it'd still be cool.
" Uhm...I mean I can uh..."
7n7 looks between you and the c00lgui. His hand twitches above it before sighing.
" Maybe....another time? If we can find a proper computer I can show you how to do it on that. "
You smile and nod. You'll be just fine with that.
The two of you spend the rest of the day together on the couch. His demonstrations on the c00lgui have inspired you a bit. You end up making a few cat related things with the supplies on the coffee table, giving one to 007n7.
You know a few of the others aren't too fond of him because of something he did before being brought here and the fact his son is one of the people hunting you all down each day.
But spending time with him like this? He doesn't seem all that bad just someone else stuck here with all of you.
You rather like him if you were being honest.
You couldn't wait for the day you find a computer.
