milliways_bar | (no subject)

A man walks in.

He's moderately tall, black hair a little long on top and curly, falling into his face. Blue eyes look down at the bundle in his arms, the little tuft of similarly black hair sticking out the top the only indication of what it might be other than the absolute adoration in his eyes. Nestled in the crook of his arm is tall golden staff, hook on the end gleaming in the low light.

He's not dressed up really. There's a Hawaiian shirt, open and showing a wifebeater underneath, accompanied by a black leather jacket tied around his waist. Green goggles sit atop his head at a rakish angle. He's in loose slacks, accompanied by black boots, and he looks like he's had a long day.

"Hello, Kyle...how're you tonight? Daddy's home from extra work and Mikey and Tony are all gone and it's just you and..."

He looks up.

Blinks in confusion.

"Me?"