The gaunt stares out of the window at the children playing in the alley beneath his window. The rain patters softly on the panes of glass, occasionally blurring his vision. However, he must admit that trick with the skateboard was…impressive. "…Teenagers.”
"Oy, they seem ta take tha' patience right outta yew, Vincent," the robotic cat chirped happily as booted feet scampered across wooden boards and aligned themselves next to brass clad boots. "But yew gotta learn ta not be such a stick in tha' mud, mh? Live a little! As much as ya can, given yer circumstance!"

















