Being unsafe? In Miami, Florida? If Desmond hadn't been so focused on another part of that, he would've laughed at the irony. He almost did anyway, but instead posed his biggest question. "What do you mean I'm not safe here? And what do you mean one of my parents is a<span style="font-style: italic">god</span>?" His parents were both at home. At<span style="font-style: italic">their</span>home anyway, back up in Bradenton, where Desmond no longer felt welcomed. He hadn't seen either of them in about a year, but that didn't mean they weren't any less his parents, and neither of them possessed anything god-like about them.<br/><br/>"Look," he said slowly, considering his words as he said them. "I think you have the wrong guy. I don't know who you get your information from, but I'm just your run of the mill millennial. My parents are normal, both of them. They can hardly move through the house without tripping over something, and my dad is so fat he hardly makes it through the house<span style="font-style: italic">anyway.</span>Nothing god-like or ethereal about them."<br/><br/>There was nothing ethereal about him either. He was a college dropout that smoked a lot of weed, played video games and enjoyed freerunning, but that was about it, and he was lucky to even be good at the freerunning bit. He wasn't even average, he was super-average. If one of his parents was a god-like being then he had to be a massive fucking disappointment.<br/><br/>He let himself fall back, bracing the impact of the wall against his shoulder. "That aside," he said, waving his hand out to gesture to the water sprinkling back down to the ground. "I can't do anything like this. I mean, look, I won't tell anyone but I really think you got some messed up information."