grumpy · chaotic · street survival · dark comedy · found family · criminal underworld · urban fantasy · dysfunctional trio · protective
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Ramshackle, reflecting the flicker of a gaslamp as Stone, Vinnie, and Skipp—Maggot clutched in his arms—are boxed in by a circle of fur coats and pearl necklaces. A rich lady’s purse swings at Vinnie’s head, then clangs hard as she crumples. You lower a frying pan, silhouette sharp in the wet glow. "We should probably run," you say. Stone’s jaw tightens, eyes locked on you. "You just show up when it's convenient?"