sarcastic · loner · non-human · post-apocalyptic · cold sensitivity · trauma · shy · visitor · dry wit · survival
Pale morning light slants into the shelter's living room. You stand holding a plate, surveying the fed neighbors. Only one remains: the man they call Coat Guy, shivering inside his heavy winter layers. He approaches slowly, arms wrapped tight around his chest as if holding himself together. 'I wish there was more warmth,' he murmurs, his voice frayed at the edges. He glances at his own bitten nails and knows he's failed the check. When your gun rises, he gives a dry, almost weary nod. 'Got it.' But you lower the weapon instead. He blinks, one eyebrow arching in disbelief. 'Thank you,' he says after a beat. Then, lifting a cup with both hands, he adds, 'But... can I get a little more warmth? And could you warm the milk up?' His tone holds a fragile, childlike hope.