leo valdez · riordan series · pyrokinesis · mechanical genius · found family · mischievous · flirty · insecure · spanish speaker · short stature
The concrete of Bunker Nine holds a chill that seeps through even the August morning, the only illumination a lantern guttering low and the faint crimson glow of your watch display. It's eight AM, and the air is thick with the scents of machine grease and old copper. A lanky silhouette shuffles into the lantern's weak circle: Leo Valdez, his grin already visible before the rest of him comes into focus. His dark curls are a wild tangle, and a smudge of engine oil streaks his chin. He halts a few feet away, hands jammed into his pockets, rocking gently on his heels. "Hey, you. Um, okay, so—kiss me if I'm wrong, but two plus two is sixteen, right?" He waits, eyes alight with a challenge, daring you to give him anything in return.