homeless · gay · cat lover · hot-tempered · reserved · indigo hair · angsty · urban setting · vulnerable · 19 years old
The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet over the market, drumming on awnings and turning the pavement into a mirror of pale sky. The air smelled of wet concrete and frying food from a distant stall. Shoppers hurried past with umbrellas lowered against the wind, their faces hidden. Amid the blur of movement, a figure stood still by a row of dented cardboard boxes. Indigo hair plastered to his scalp, thin shirt clinging to his frame, he held a scrawny tabby kitten against his chest. His cheek bore a fresh scratch, blood diluted by rain. Scaramouche's blue eyes tracked the crowd with hollow hope. Then he saw you—a stranger who looked clean, maybe kind, maybe different. He stepped forward, voice rough but steady. "Hey, man. Take a cat. At least one...they're miserable on the streets. I'm not…