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Skylar's slender jaw hung open before snapping shut in rage, his fair skin flushing a cherry pink. "Feels like I'm back in booking." He snapped out in a low growl, doing his best to be as threatening as possible. He towed off his shoes without undoing the laces, kicking them away from him. He yanked off his jacket, leaving it where it fell on the ground, his pants, and then shirt followed suit. He hesitated for a moment before pulling his underwear off, using his hands to cover himself up. A dark embarrassed blush covered his cheeks and he looked anywhere but Kyle.

Skylar felt like his head was full of fluff, the words didn't make sense and his world felt like it was off kilter. He silently followed the other into the house feeling the sting of his words still. "What uhh...what are your 'rules' then?" The blonde, only the slightest hint of an attitude coloring his words.

Skylar's fair blonde eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he took in this information in; he supposed Kyle wasn't the only one confused with someone's age today. The smaller male dug the heels of his battered shoes into the gravel and refused to take another step. "Ok, you need to start explaining." He growled out. "I don't understand all this baby talk shit, especially if you're younger than me. Like, I know I'm pretty desperate, but this is not what I signed up for."

Skylar found the woman's tone to be quizzical and her word choice odd, but just chalked it up to just trying to set him at ease with this new transition; and it seemed to work as little bit of the tension bled out of his shoulders. He wanted to protest that he could carry his own things. That certainly sounded better than not trusting the woman to not give his things back to him; sometimes you had to fight for your things. But wordlessly watched as the woman picked up his bag, its dinginess instantly clashing with her pristine appearance. Paige lead the group back up front where the receptionist had prepared the small stack of papers Sadie needed to sign to provide to the courts that Skylar was doing what he was supposed to with his continued treatment. "Welp, that's all. Good luck Skylar and thank you again Ms. Fane." Paige said as she gathered up all the documents, her mind already moving onto her next case; it seemed like a constant rotation to the social worker.

Skylar made continued sleepy grumblings but slipped out of the back of the truck at Kyle's insistence. Hiding a yawn behind his hand, he finally turned to the other, realizing for the first time that their hands were clasped together. Blushing hotly and trying to tug away, the shorter male spoke up. "Seriously dude? Still with the baby names?" Skylar asked, ensuring to hold back any foul language. "What the heck gives? Surely you're only a few years older than me."

Skylar snuffled slightly, his closed eyes and nose scrunching up and turning his head away from the noise. He was so tired, and it felt as if he had been asleep for just a moment, surely not long enough to reach their destination? But once he was able to force his eyes to flutter open, the smaller male could see that they were now surrounded by woods instead of the buildings and other concrete structures that the urban area had to offer. It was slightly startling, to know that he was now so far away from everything he had known for so long, but a part of him wondered if that was supposed to be the good thing. "We're here?" He asked groggily, rubbing his tired eyes with balled up fists.

The words should have really set Skylar more on edge since this was already shaping up to be such a strange situation, but the praise and gentle tone just did something to him. Made him warm in his chest, made him want more of that. Huffing and shaking his head as if to clear away the words and strange feelings brought on by them, the man turned his piercing green eyes out the window. Kyle said it would be a fair drive, so he'd just distract himself by gazing out at the passing scenery. However, Skylar hadn't realized how tired his nerves and anxieties had made him until he was struggling to keep his eyes open. Less than twenty minutes in the care, and the blonde was out like a light, head propped up against the glass as his breath slowed to steady little puffs.

Taken back by the sharp tone, Skylar snapped his mouth shut before crossing his arms tightly across his chest after loudly and aggressively buckling his safety belt. It's not that anything that Kyle said was wrong, but have the truth lobbed at him still stung with the truth. The warning threat did stop the blonde from glaring at the driver, only barely able to withhold mutterings of unfairness.

Paige remained tight lipped herself, hoping that everything worked out for the blonde, but knew that she still had many cases to sift through, placements and sessions to arrange. And so she quickly departed from the group, wishing them both safe travels. Skylar stayed silent the whole way out the doors, into the freedom of outside, and across the parking lot. For just a moment, the male contemplated taking off, but he knew he had no where to go, no money, and no possession with his backpack in Kyle's hand. Grinding his teeth, Skylar climbed into the backseat before the newest nickname broke the damn he was holding back. "Ok, what the fuck gives dude?!?" He shouted at the taller man. "You know I am not a kid so what the hell is with all of the stupid nicknames? I am a god damn adult." He fumed, his frustrations and nerves finally exploding from him.

Skylar thought that woman had nice, warm soft hands. "Umm, yeah. Thanks for letting me stay with you." He mumbled, glancing nervously between his feet and the attractive woman before him. He felt somewhat small in front of Sadie, not just short in stature, but actually little. He cleared his throat and tried to square his shoulders and pull himself to his full, if not puny height. "Ms. Fane?" Paige interjected as she stepped forward. "If you both would like to come with me up front, you just need to sign the appropriate documents and then can be on your way." She explained, making a hand gesture to prompt Skylar in scooping up a battered, second-hand backpack full of ill fitting, donated clothes and other items, the only things in the world that the blonde owned.

Skylar hung in a state of shock and disbelief, staring holes into the back of Paige's head as he was lead up front for Kyle to sign the papers he needed. Nothing made sense, why would this guy keep talking like he was some little kid?!? Even Paige looked a little uncertain. The only reason the blonde kept his mouth clamped shut, mouth set in an unhappy frown, was because he knew this guy was his only choice. There were no other options, and he'd already caused enough headaches for Paige as it were. After getting the signed documents back, Paige shook Kevin's hand. "Thanks again. This means a lot, for both of us." She said, shooting Skylar a knowing glance before waving them both off.

A visible weight was lifted off Paige's shoulders as the other introduced himself. "Ms. Fane, yes. Thank you so much for being so accommodating on such short notice." She said as she gestured to the empty chair across from her. "It would seem that all of our usual options are full and we need to get Skylar housed since he's completed his portion of the program here." Pulling out a rather slim folder, she passed it across to the other female. "This is what information we were able to gather on his background and medical history. He hasn't had any other run ins with the law. Through various therapy sessions we were able to discern that his mother passed away when he was fairly young, and his father relinquished custody of him to his aunt, who raised him until he was about 17, at which time he began running away from home." Paige explained in a sad, almost disappointed tone. "Would you like to meet him?" Raising from her seat, Paige lead the way out of the small office and back to the hallway. Jumping again at his own name, Skylar quickly climbed to his feet, having to tilt his head back to look the woman in the face through long bangs, his short stature even more pronounced by their difference in height. "Hello." Skylar said softly, holding his hand out the other, feeling awkward and anxious.  (Absolutely no problem!)

The receptionist was certainly taken aback by the well dressed woman, not used to seeing such nicely dressed individuals within the facility. Stuttuering over her words, the girl lead the way into the heart of the center. It wasn't the nicest place in the world, but they did their best with what little government funding they received. Walking down the florescent lit hallway, the woman stopped at an office that had Paige Jones stamped across the door. The blonde male sitting in the chair outside of the office jumped at their approach, glancing up quickly at them before refocusing on his hands. It wasn't something the receptionist wasn't used to seeing. All the men and women that came through the doors seemed to house the same cagey anxieties deep in their bones. Always on high alert for someone that could hurt them, a dealer they owed money to, authorities, hell, even their own family members. She didn't expect to see this one return, but also knew the odds were stacked against all their tenants and didn't envision much of a future for any of them. A soft 'Come in' sounded from the other side of the office. This is when the receptionist took her leave and returning to her post. Behind a cramped and messy desk sat an equally scattered looking woman, her long dark hair pulled up into a haphazard bun. "Hi, can I help you?" Paige asked, with only a slight air of irritation attributed to her busy and full work load.

Skylar's jaw hung open in shock as Kyle turned back to Paige. He was used to people thinking he was a little younger, but this guy was treating him like he was a toddler. The blonde wondered if this was how all halfway house sponsors acted. If it weren't the threat of reincarnation, he wasn't he'd be willing to put up with the arrangements. This was the longest Skylar had been sober since he started using heroin, and he honestly couldn't believe he'd even made the 90 days. Paige sobered quickly and turned her attention back to Kyle, nodding and going on to explain that there were just a few forms he needed to sign, providing his address and contact information to be provided to the courts to show Skylar was continuing with his mandated treatment. She indicated the absolutely pitiful backpack (also second hand) that contained any items that the blonde was currently in possession of (seeing as he came to the center with nothing but the clothes on his back, they were mostly ill fitting donations), and that they would be cleared to leave.

Paige floundered, feelong completely off kilter with the interaction. "Umm, it's not a joke Mr. Egan. Skylar turned twenty-two last December, he's just, uhh," she stalled, glancing at the glowering blonde, whose eyes turned a sharper glare in her direction. "That height." She finished lamely, avoiding the word short, knowing it wod just worsen the situation. "What, need to see my ID?" Skylar snapped, willing to pull out the thin, second-hand wallet Paige had gotten him.

To say that Skylar was a messy ball of anxieties and nerves would be a gross underestimate. Any passersby would be able to visually see this, from his clasped hands, bouncing right foot, and the plump lower lips being viciously attacked by pearly teeth. The twenty-two year old male sat hunched over in an uncomfortable plastic chair was waiting to start the next scary chapter of his life. The man didn't look like much, stick thin and short in stature, barely five foot, he looked more like a child than young adult. Long, curing waves of sandy blond hair fell into his face, hiding large, gem green eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes. Skylar hadn't had the easiest childhood and turned to unhealthy means of coping with his issues. More times than not, comfort and escape were found with the tip of a needle, nestled into the crook of his arm, providing a warm rush of blissful relief from life. Until he was picked up by a patrolling officer and chucked into jail. Somehow, he had lucked out and the instead of serving prison time, the judge ordered him to rehab and then the custody of a halfway house, all thanks to his age. The male had completed his court mandated 90 days in the hell hole that was the New Haven Rehabilitation Facility. Going through withdrawal was the worst thing that Sky had ever gone through in his life; he was certain that he was dying as he shook and sweat from muscle tremors and his fever. Nothing could ever be easy for the male though, all of the facilities normal halfway houses were all filled up. The male didn't want to spend any extra moment in the place, let alone another night on an uncomfortable bunk bed, with the world's thinnest blanket and flattest pillow, surrounded by seven other recovering addicts. He remembered the feeling of his stomach sinking down to his donated shoes as his social worker Paige slammed her desk phone down and rubbed at her head to fight off an oncoming migraine. It seemed that there was no place in the world where the male would fit in. Hours and many many phone calls later, Paige declared that she had finally found a potential spot for her charge. It wasn't a typical facility, but a new alternate recovery location that hadn't been added to the long list of houses they normally relied on. Paige explained that he'd be going to be supervised by Sadie Fane, the individual who Skylar was waiting to be picked up by. Being well behaved in rehab was easy; he couldn't really go anywhere and had no money to do anything and was under near constant surveillance. This was the first step to being on his own, and messing up was terrifying to the blonde. Taking a shuddering breathe, Skylar glanced at the caged clock on the wall, wondering how much long he'd have to wait to meet his new guardian. 

Skylar was absolutely stunned when the tall man knelt down, touching his face gently and speaking in such a soft, comforting voice. It wasn't anything that he was used to; having very few memories of his father and no sort of parental contact with any other man. Paige blushed furiously and spluttered as Kyle looked up at her. "Child?!?!" Skylar squawked, a blush covering his own pale cheeks as well. His height and weight has always been a sore spot for the male, causing a need to be overly aggressive as a way to show he wasn't weak just because he was short. "I'm twenty-two dude." He said harshly as he pulled out of the other's touch, even if it was nice and warm and gentle and tugged at something foreign in his chest.

A visible weight was lifted off Paige's shoulders as the other introduced himself. "Mr. Egan, yes. Thank you so much for being so accommodating on such short notice." She said as she gestured to the empty chair across from her. "It would seem that all of our usual options are full and we need to get Skyalr housed since he's completed his portion of the program here." Pulling out a rather slim folder, she passed it across to the other male. "This is what information we were able to gather on his background and medical history. He hasn't had any other run ins with the law. Through various therapy sessions we were able to discern that his mother passed away when he was fairly young, and his father relinquished custody of him to his aunt, who raised him until he was about 17, at which time he began running away from home." Paige explained in a sad, almost disappointed tone. "Would you like to meet him?" Raising from her seat, Paige lead the way out of the small office and back to the hallway. Jumping again at his own name, Skylar quickly climbed to his feet, having to tilt his head back to look the man in the face through long bangs, his short stature even more pronounced by their difference in height. "Hello." Skylar said softly, holding his hand out the other, feeling awkward and anxious.

The receptionist glanced up from the catalog opened up in front and looked the tall man up and down before nodding. She stood from her way int the heart of the center. It wasn't the nicest place in the world, but they did their best with what little government funding they received. Walking down the florescent lit hallway, the woman stopped at an office that had Paige Jones stamped across the door. The blonde male sitting in the chair outside of the office jumped at their approach, glancing up quickly at them before refocusing on his hands. It wasn't something the receptionist wasn't used to seeing. All the men and women that came through the doors seemed to house the same cagey anxieties deep in their bones. Always on high alert for someone that could hurt them, a dealer they owed money to, authorities, hell, even their own family members. She didn't expect to see this one return, but also knew the odds stacked against all their tenants and didn't envision much of a future for any of them. A soft 'Come in' sounded from the other side of the office. This is when the receptionist took her leave and returning to her post. Behind a cramped and messy desk sat an equally scattered looking woman, her long dark hair pulled up into a haphazard bun. "Hi, can I help you?" Paige asked, with only a slight air of irritation attributed to her busy and full work load.

To say that Skylar was a messy ball of anxieties and nerves would be a gross underestimate. Any passersby would be able to visually see this, from his clasped hands, bouncing right foot, and the plump lower lips being viciously attacked by pearly teeth. The twenty-two year old male sat hunched over in an uncomfortable plastic chair was waiting to start the next scary chapter of his life. The man didn't look like much, stick thin and short in stature, barely five foot, he looked more like a child than young adult. Long, curing waves of sandy blond hair fell into his face, hiding large, gem green eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes. Skylar hadn't had the easiest childhood and turned to unhealthy means of coping with his issues. More times than not, comfort and escape were found with the tip of a needle, nestled into the crook of his arm, providing a warm rush of blissful relief from life. Until he was picked up by a patrolling officer and chucked into jail. Somehow, he had lucked out and the instead of serving prison time, the judge ordered him to rehab and then the custody of a halfway house, all thanks to his age. The male had completed his court mandated 90 days in the hell hole that was the New Haven Rehabilitation Facility. Going through withdrawal was the worst thing that Sky had ever gone through in his life; he was certain that he was dying as he shook and sweat from muscle tremors and his fever. Nothing could ever be easy for the male though, all of the facilities normal halfway houses were all filled up. The male didn't want to spend any extra moment in the place, let alone another night on an uncomfortable bunk bed, with the world's thinnest blanket and flattest pillow, surrounded by seven other recovering addicts. He remembered the feeling of his stomach sinking down to his donated shoes as his social worker Paige slammed her desk phone down and rubbed at her head to fight off an oncoming migraine. It seemed that there was no place in the world where the male would fit in. Hours and many many phone calls later, Paige declared that she had finally found a potential spot for her charge. It wasn't a typical facility, but a new alternate recovery location that hadn't been added to the long list of houses they normally relied on. Paige explained that he'd be going to a somewhat rule location and be supervised by Kyle Egan, the individual who Skylar was waiting to be picked up by. Being well behaved in rehab was easy; he couldn't really go anywhere and had no money to do anything and was under near constant surveillance. This was the first step to being on his own, and messing up was terrifying to the blonde. Taking a shuddering breathe, Skylar glanced at the caged clock on the wall, wondering how much long he'd have to wait to meet his new guardian.

Hello! My name is Ash and I've been a member of DD for quite a while, but it's been some time since I've been on. Life has been extra stressful as of late and I'm starting to think my subconscious is trying to deal with that by regressing in my dreams. For the past week and a half, I've dreamt that I've just up and left my life behind to fly somewhere to be with a mommy and/or daddy I've been talking to online. I arrive however just to be stood up and never hear from them again (I'm sure if I saw a therapist, they'd have something to say about that and it's connection to my abandonment issues as of late...). Anywho...life has been stressful, my job has been doubly so what it normally is, and I'm just looking for a little escape; I just don't want to do that alone. I would love to find someone to chat with, who make sure that I'm eating, sleeping, and just coddling me. If you have any slight interest, I'd love to talk more. You can reply here or send me a dm. I have access to my phone during work, so normally I'm quick to respond. Thanks. -Ash

I think that could potentially work. How did you want the couple and children to be? As in, a same sex couple, mother and father? I personally would prefer to play Male characters myself, but I am open to what you want for yours.

Really? That'd be awesome! Now, I would be looking for someone to play as both of at least one of the "adopting parents" and I would playing the babyfide prisoner. Don't know if that is a deal breaker or not.

Hello! It's been a fair while since I've been so of course I'm looking for an RP partner. I do have an idea that I would to work with someone to bring to life. Essentially, the plot would revolve around a new "program" being implemented within correctional facilities to help reform inmates, specifically those who have committed non-violent crimes and have a lack of a family environment. The idea behind the "program" is to essentially adopt out these individuals after giving them an experimental drug that gives the consumer lack of emotional control, but also the stature of a child. By providing the convicts with a literal second chance at childhood, it also provides less of a financial strain of the jail facility, that is always looking for new ways to cut costs and make their runnings more effective. If this seems like something that might interest you, please feel free to reach out to! You can either send me a PM or comment on this post, whichever you're most comfortable with!

Still looking for a partner to do a plot with. Feel free to PM me or reach out directly on here. I have some different ideas and would be willing to work on a caregiver role within this.