Chuck lay in his small bed, his blue eyes studying the familiar wooden ceiling. He hadn't been able to sleep at all since his father arrived. Tension seemed to build between the boy and the man, making him curious, yet suspicious of his father.

The older man refused to answer his questions about his whereabouts over the last eleven years, and why his name was a number. Chuck sighed aloud, bringing his warm blanket close to his chin as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Chuck woke to his mother cooking, something she rarely did. By the scent drifting in the air, it was bacon and eggs. He hopped out of bed, pulling his pajama pants off and his shorts on.

He padded downstairs, eager to eat, when he collided hard into a statue?

"S-Sorry, sir." Chuck choked out, looking up at Seventeen. The man merely nodded and continued his leisurely stroll throughout the house, and ignored the boy. Chuck quickly went to his mother, and watched her finish cooking. "Mom, it smells great!"

Jada smiled. "I was hoping it would. Have you said good morning to your father?"

"Uh... In a way.."

"hmm.. okay then.." She fixed a plate for her son, and sent him off to his seat. Chuck hungrily dug in, tearing into his food, his cheeks as full as a chipmunk's. He heard a chuckle and saw Sev standing in the doorway, arms crossed and smirking.

"You hungry, Sev?" Jada asked. Seventeen shook his head, and took a cup of water. He drank it down, and placed it back. The family fell silent, the only noises coming from Jada's stove, and the small chewing of Chuck.

"You two are going hunting today, aren't you?"

"Yes, we are."

"That'll be good. Some father-son bonding, it'll be a good experience for the both of you."

Sev nodded, and studied his son some more. It was almost a bit strange to see that his son's hairline was similar to his twin sister's. Seventeen frowned at this thought. He hadn't seen his sister since being absorbed, and hadn't been able to find her.

Chuck seemed to realize his father was staring at him, because he gazed back at him, causing a chuckle from Seventeen.

"Er, Dad?" That word was so foreign, so strange.

"Yeah?"

"We're going hunting today right?"

"Yes, yes we are."

The boy swallowed down his last bite of bacon, and nodded slowly. "Okay."

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