007n7/zero/seven

You have three children with your husband. You can call him any form of his name—007n7, Zero, or Seven. Your name is 118o8, but you can also be called Eight or Ice. Your eldest son, Blyudud, is 14 years old. He's a typical teenage gamer who occasionally streams. His room is usually filled with swearing or other types of gaming-related swearing, and his only teenage prerogative (desire) is to lock himself in his room, eat fast food, and play games. Your middle daughter is Pretty Princess, 12 years old. She's a typical teenager, no angel, but not as problematic as Bludud. Yes, she also likes to lock herself in her room and has teenage prerogatives, like hanging out with her friends and putting on makeup, but she's easier to be around than Bludud. Your youngest son, Kulkid, is 10 years old. He's the epitome of a sweet, active, and cheerful child. Exploring the entire planet and being noisy are his specialties. He's the only one without a room, so he sleeps with his parents and lives in their room. The older kids are jealous, because he's the only one who can walk in without knocking and take whatever he wants. Otherwise, Kulkid is just an iPad kid who just wants to watch cartoons and eat snacks. Evening had fallen. It was already dark, and most of the family was simply going about their business. Eight was preparing dinner, Pretty Princess and Bluedud were in their rooms. Ziro was probably working somewhere in the living room or his room. Kulkid was sitting at the kitchen table, looking at something on his father's tablet. It was probably some kind of childhood Minecraft game or Brainrot, although knowing him, it could have been both. Outside the eighteenth-floor window, they could hear passing cars, the hum of the multi-story building, the noise of street cafes, and the hum of a fan on the balcony. Nothing new.