In the first section of the province were most of the orphanages, Tepmin's orphanage included. The building resembled one of those old renaissance churches. With the tower bell, brick layout, and stained glass windows. It hadnt been used for religious purposes for gods knew how long. Yet, it made a perfect layout for an orphanage. The owner of the orphanage was a robust, beast of a man who was currently perched up on a couch he leaves on the front porch of the building. he was reading a newspaper with his left foot outstretched rocking a cradle. He liked to watch the people who passed by his building, his shrewd gaze never missing a thing. All sorts of shady shit happened in "The Grind" as they liked to call it. The part of the province that never stopped moving. The cradle cooed, Tepmin peeped over the edge and chuckled softly his thick ginger beard jiggling at the baby inside who was currently scowling after making such a cute noise.
Damien peered up at the giant. His vision had cleared considerably since the day before. Light was gleaming off the giants head which was bare of all hair. His piercing blue eyes seemed to look into his soul, but there was no malice behind that gaze, just joy and a hint of protectiveness. He reached up wanting to feel the orange bush growing on the giants face. He has brushed against it earlier when the giant took him from that strange place and brought him here. It was a strangely satisfying feeling, the gentleness, but roughness of that bush passing over his hands and face. The giant leaned forward as if knowing Damien's intentions "Ho Ho, so they tell me Damien is your name, you'll be in my care from now on. Don't you fret though, I'll make you into a right little terror soon enough. The intelligence behind those green eyes of yours tell me it might be sooner rather than later." The giant leaned just close enough for Damien to finally grasp onto the orange bush, he did so grabbing two little fistfuls and trying to pull closer. Instead though he was lifted from the crib, his little hands gripping tightly onto his claim. A moment later his body was supported fully. The giants hand dwarfing his body. He felt a slight breeze as the giant stood up, "You'll come to know me as Tepmin by others, however in your new home and in the presence of your new found family I will be known as uncle Tep. I hope that in time you will take a liking to us. We are a rowdy crew, a bunch of brawlers and scrappers if I do say so myself. I'll let you see that for yourself though. You may not understand my words yet, but they say the more you talk to the little ones the faster they learn, so what say you Damien would you like to meet the rest today?" Silence greeted Tepmin at first. Then a small almost imperceptible growling came from the small body of Damien. The little tike was hungry. Tepmin stared for a second before his rumbling laughter shook the entryway to the orphanage.
Damien's stomach growled again as Tepmin walked through the orphanage. "I'll give you a tour after we get you a bottle." He took an immediate left after walking in another entrance led to the kitchen area, to the right there was a kitchen island with dual counters one on the opposing wall and one on the far side of the island. The stovetop was on the inside of the island with a sink next to it. A swing down cutting board connected from the opposing counter and connected to the sink area. The oven was on the right side of the far countertop and to it's right was a refrigerator. This was where Tepmin was heading to. As he reached its doors he opened it with one fluid motion. He has to move some items around before fining what he was looking for. A cylindrical can, in big orange letters it read (Quarterly's Baby Formula). "Welp if the ads are correct I only gotta give you 4 of these bottles a day and you'll not want for food. We'll put that to the test now won't we little tike."