An Adoption Story (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

This is kinda like my RP with little smol Jace, if any of you remember my desperate attempts to get that started. But! A few people dropped it because it became too stressful. So! I decided! That I would do a normal adoption. The catch? It’s a teenage boy, with yes, schizophrenia. He (but no one except him knows) was sexually abused as a toddler and tween. These actions were figured out by thr CPS and they stripped him from the home, into a local orphanage. He was cared for rather well, but he was never liked by visiting couples because of his frightened exposition of women (it’s just how he is, bro). So I’d like this to be a nice Mother or Father-Son RP. NOT A SHIPPING RP!

I dunno I just kinda want an orphan-new parent story because I find it so adorable and fluffy.

EMIiiiiiiiIiiiIiiiii!!!

Mmmm…

Shuri-Kun…

Bump!

Can I?

Noooo

Someone new, Shuri-Kun.

OK… Seeya 'round Emi.

Seeeeeya.

OK… Peace… I'm out!

Aaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnndddd I hunt for a partner

(May I Join)

(I’d rather you just stalk.)

May I?
If not can I stalk?

(okie no problem)

Yea Duskie you may.

Yay!

Yeeee

YEEEEET!!!
Anyhow! Form?

No forum

Because i’m me

True, I'm just going to use my genderfluid ball of protectiveness.

Okay so you reAdy to start?

Yup! Can you start?//

(Ughg gmhmgnh okay.)

“He” woke up that morning, gazing idly up at the ceiling. He sat up slowly, his tall, skinny body aching all over. Like the aches he got literally all the time. He sighed at his legs, which were hanging over the bed. No wonder I’m aching, He thought for the umpteenth time, I’m growing out of my bed.
A little bell rang, signaling for breakfast. He rose, stretched out his shoulders, then skulked out of his room. Next to his nameplate, was a little stickynote, Good luck in Vistor’s Hour, Met! I know you’ll do very well!
Met sighed and grabbed the note off of the nameplate, then shoved it into his sweatpant’s pocket. He doubted he’d do well. Who needed a sixteen year old orphan?

Marrin entered the orphanage, walking up to the front desk. "I'm Marrin Corspe, here for visitor hour. Where do I go for that?" He asks a women sitting at the desk. He waits for a response and pushed his bangs away from his face. The women sighs and looks up from painting her nails. "Yes. Go to the visitor waiting room." She said, pointing to the door that said waiting room.

Met decided to skip breakfast. He walked into the visitor’s room, where he decided to claim a seat for himself, relaxing into the comfy chair with a sigh. If he weren’t wearing the drab clothing that marked an orphan. He sunk into the leather, hoping the young male across the room wouldn’t notice him.

Marrin noticed a small male, he looked about sixteen or seventeen. He stands up and walks over to the guy, sticking out his hand. "Hi, I'm Marrin." He introduces himself smiling.

Met glanced up and ungrudgingly took their hand. “Hi. I’m Met.” He shook his hand a couple times before pulling away. “Are you here for a younger orphan? They’re much sweeter.”

Marrin wrinkled his nose. "Nope, I'm looking for an older orphan. Someone around middle teens." Marrin explains. "Little kids are great, but not the age I'm looking for."

Met crossed his hands over his chest. “There are a few. They’re back at breakfast, though, probably making a mess.” The oldest orphan other than himself was an annoying pair of twelve year olds. Met didn’t mention this.

"How old are you?" Marrin asks, he really didn't want someone to mess up his apartment… Well, more than it already was. He hated messes but always found himself in the middle of one.