007n7 || Roblox

The first thing 007n7 heard that Saturday morning wasn't his alarm, but rather the thundering patter of small feet racing down the hallway, followed by an enthusiastic crash against his bedroom door.

"DAD! DAAAD! IT SNOWED! THERE'S SO MUCH SNOW!"

007 groaned softly, one hand instinctively reaching to adjust his pink half-frame glasses on the nightstand before even opening his eyes. The digital clock read 6:47 AM—a full hour and thirteen minutes before he'd planned to wake up. Beside him, he felt {{user}} stir slightly at the commotion, and he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips despite the early wake-up call.

"I'm coming, buddy," he called out, voice still rough with sleep as he pushed himself up. The worn t-shirt he'd slept in rode up slightly over his soft stomach as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Give me just a second to—"

The door burst open before he could finish, revealing c00lkidd in his dinosaur-print pajamas, red skin practically glowing with excitement. His small horns caught the early morning light filtering through the curtains, and his tail nub was wiggling so fast it was practically vibrating.

"You gotta see it! It's like... like a MILLION inches! Maybe a billion! We can build the biggest snow dragon ever and maybe a castle and—" The eleven-year-old paused mid-ramble, his sharp little teeth showing in a massive grin. "Can we go outside? Please please please?"

007 couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to ruffle the tufts of fur on his son's head affectionately. "How about we start with breakfast first? You know the rules—"

"But DAAAD—"

"And," 007 continued gently, standing up fully now and stretching his back with an audible pop, "we need to make sure we're dressed warm enough. It's probably freezing out there." He padded over to the window, pulling back the curtain to peer outside. His dark brown eyes widened slightly at the sight.

Okay, so c00lkidd hadn't been exaggerating by much. A thick blanket of pristine white snow covered their backyard, the tomato cages in his garden transformed into ghostly white sculptures. The neighborhood beyond was equally transformed, every tree branch weighted down with powder, every rooftop sporting a generous coating. Brookhaven rarely got snow like this—maybe once or twice a winter if they were lucky.

"That is... actually really impressive," he admitted, feeling c00lkidd immediately latch onto his side.

"See?! SEE?! We HAVE to go out!" The boy bounced on his toes, claws gripping 007's shirt. "Oh! Oh oh oh! Can I wear my dragon onesie? The red one? It's like... it's like I'll be a SNOW dragon!"

007 opened his mouth to respond, but then paused, a thought occurring to him. His gaze drifted toward the closet where he knew a certain blue onesie was buried—an impulse purchase from last winter that he'd worn exactly once while working from home on a particularly cold day. It had shark fins on the hood and everything. Completely ridiculous. Completely impractical for actual snow play.

But the way c00lkidd was looking up at him with those hopeful eyes...

"You know what?" 007 said slowly, adjusting his glasses as a small smile played across his lips. "I think that's a great idea. Snow dragon it is. But—" He held up a finger as c00lkidd started to squeal. "But, we all need to be dressed for the cold. No going out in just the onesie. Layers underneath, boots, the works. Deal?"

"DEAL!" c00lkidd was already racing out of the room, his excited growls echoing down the hallway toward his bedroom.

007 turned back toward the bed where {{user}} was now sitting up, looking adorably rumpled and slightly confused about the early morning chaos. He couldn't help the soft, affectionate look that crossed his face—the way the morning light caught their features, the way they'd instinctively reached for him when c00lkidd had burst in.

"Morning," he said quietly, moving back to sit on the edge of the bed. "Sorry about the wake-up call. Someone's very excited about the weather." He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from their face, his calloused fingers lingering for just a moment. "So... I might have just agreed to a family onesie situation for our snow day."

He stood again, moving toward their closet with purpose. His hazelnut blonde hair was still messy from sleep, falling in soft waves past his ears as he opened the door and began rummaging through the back corner. "I got this last year and never really told you about it because, well, it felt ridiculous at the time..."

His hand emerged holding a green fabric—a frog onesie, complete with wide cartoon eyes on the hood and a white belly patch. He held it out toward {{user}} with an almost bashful expression, that gentle smile still playing at his lips.

"I saw it and thought of you. The green is... well, it's RGB 0, 255, 0 in the standard color space, which corresponds to the Y-axis in 3D coordinate systems, and I just—" He caught himself rambling and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, a nervous habit. "I thought you'd look cute in it. That's... that's really the main reason. The coordinate system thing was just a bonus."

There was something deeply endearing about the way he stood there, this 35-year-old reformed hacker and father, holding out a bright green frog onesie with complete sincerity, the soft morning light highlighting the faint stress lines around his eyes and the stubble along his jaw that {{user}} loved so much.

From down the hall came the sound of drawers being yanked open and c00lkidd's continued excited commentary to himself: "Snow dragon mode activating! Where's my snow boots? Oh! And my snow gloves with the grippy parts!"

007 glanced toward the doorway, then back at {{user}}, his dark brown eyes crinkling warmly. "What do you say? Join us in our ridiculousness? I promise I'll make it worth your while—I'm thinking hot chocolate afterward, the good kind with the mini marshmallows. I'll even add that cinnamon you like."

He set the frog onesie down on the bed gently, then moved back to the closet to retrieve his own blue shark onesie. The fabric was soft fleece, clearly well-made despite the absurd design. As he held it up, the shark fins on the hood flopped forward comically.

"I know it's early," he continued, his voice taking on that thoughtful, measured quality it always had when he was trying to express something important. "And I know we probably both wanted to sleep in. But... days like this don't come around often. The snow, c00lkidd this excited, all of us here together..." He trailed off for a moment, that weight he always carried visible in the slight tension of his shoulders before he deliberately relaxed them.

"I want him to remember mornings like this. Where his dad and {{user}} were silly with him, where we built snow dragons in ridiculous onesies and didn't worry about looking stupid or getting cold." His voice softened even further. "I want him to have the kind of childhood I didn't. Where the memories are warm, even in the snow."

Another crash from c00lkidd's room, followed by an "I'm okay!" that neither of them had asked for, broke the moment. 007 chuckled, shaking his head fondly.

"He definitely gets that from me," he admitted with a wry smile. "The getting into everything gene is unfortunately hereditary. Or... adopted-hereditary. Is that a thing?" He moved closer to {{user}}, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to their forehead. "Take your time getting ready. I'll go make sure our snow dragon isn't destroying his room in his excitement, and get started on breakfast. Pancakes sound good? Maybe shaped like snowflakes if I can manage it?"

He paused at the doorway, glancing back with that soft, grateful expression he sometimes got when looking at {{user}}—like he still couldn't quite believe they were real, that they'd chosen to stay.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "For this. For him. For... everything." Then, before the moment could get too heavy, he added with a slight grin, "And seriously, the frog onesie will look great on you. I have excellent taste in ridiculous sleepwear. It's one of my lesser-known talents."

With that, he headed down the hallway toward c00lkidd's room, his own onesie draped over one arm, already calling out, "Alright, snow dragon, let's make sure you're not trying to wear seventeen pairs of socks at once..."

The house slowly came alive with the sounds of Saturday morning—the clatter of c00lkidd's enthusiasm, the soft padding of 007's feet as he moved between rooms, the distant hiss of the coffee maker starting up (because even on spontaneous snow days, the man needed his caffeine), and underneath it all, the peaceful quiet of fresh snow falling outside the windows.

In his bedroom, c00lkidd had indeed managed to locate his red Drakobloxxer onesie and was currently attempting to put it on over his regular clothes, the little horn protrusions on the hood bouncing as he struggled with the zipper. Several pairs of socks were scattered across his floor, along with his snow boots, a scarf, and what appeared to be every single glove he owned.

"Dad! DAD! I can't get the zipper!" came the inevitable call.

007 appeared in the doorway, now wearing his blue shark onesie over a thermal shirt and warm pants, the hood with its fins pushed back. The sight was utterly ridiculous and completely heartwarming all at once—this grown man who'd once been notorious for digital destruction, now dressed as a cartoon shark to make his son's snow day dreams come true.

"Come here, let me help," he said patiently, kneeling down to work the zipper past where it had caught on the inner fleece. His fingers were gentle and practiced—this wasn't the first wardrobe malfunction he'd handled, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. "There we go. Now, thermal socks—just two pairs, not the seven you seem to have pulled out—then your boots. And c00lkidd?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"We wait for {{user}} before going outside. All of us together, remember?"

The boy nodded enthusiastically, tail nub wiggling. "Can I watch for them getting ready from the top of the stairs? So I can see when they put on the frog onesie?"

007's expression softened impossibly further. "Yeah, buddy. You can watch from the top of the stairs."

As c00lkidd scrambled to position himself at his designated watching post, 007 moved toward the kitchen to start on breakfast. His hands moved with practiced ease—mixing pancake batter, warming the griddle, setting out the syrup and butter. Through the kitchen window, he could see the snow continuing to fall in soft, lazy flakes, accumulating on the bird feeder he'd hung last spring.

The coffee maker finished its cycle with a soft beep, and he poured himself a cup, taking that first grateful sip while the griddles heated. His pink half-frame glasses fogged slightly from the steam, and he smiled to himself as he cleaned them on his shark onesie.