Sleepily blinking, he yawned and sat up. Light permeated in to the room through the thin curtains and dust danced in its rays. Glancing around the room and not noticing anything drastically out of the ordinary, Raven slipped from between the covers, used to the draft that brushed his toes, and landed face first on top of the mattress that was on the floor. Nothing happened as he pushed himself to his knees. Behind him the blankets loomed over as they were raised and he was tugged into the warm. Tattooed arms wrapped around him tightly.

Raven huffed and poked his dad' chest, displeased at the murmured,

"Five more minutes."

He wriggled the bed – flopping his head on a partially eaten pillow case – and dug his cold toes into the strip of skin where his top had raised.

"I'm hungry," He addressed the tattooed eye as Cecil's other ones were closed in mock sleep, "Dad, I'm hungry." Purple eyes opened and, with a cheeky grin, Cecil pressed kisses to his son's chubby cheeks as he squealed and wriggled desperately.

"Good morning Raven." He rolled so Raven sat on his chest, smiling at the messy hair and flushed face.

"Can we have breakfast?" He hummed and gently tugged at a lock of black hair,

"Manners?" Raven pouted, sitting cross legged,

"Please can we have breakfast?" Cecil answered and hoisted him up as he stood.

A one bedroomed apartment in a mediocre high-rise with, he noted as he walked into the corridor, unidentifiable liquids oozing down the walls from the apartment above and faulty air conditioning that went on and off as it pleased. The sun outside may be hot, but you were either frozen or melting.

It was no place to raise a five year old.

But last time he'd applied for another job outside of the radio station to boost his income Station Management had threatened to fire him no matter if he was prophesised to be the next Voice.

Raven had climbed onto the sides and was pulling down bowls and cups while Cecil worked around him to begin their day. Now properly listening to his description of the dream he had had.

Things weren't great now, but they'd get better soon.

IMPORTANT!
Cecil is Jewish in Canon, however I didn't find out until after I started and while I don't want to erase this part of himself, I also do to make writing easier. Can you tell me whether or not Cecil should be Jewish as I really cannot decide after months of debating it.
Thanks.