{flashback} ;stray
w/ @mpfreyr
Growing up here in the heart of Egypt had stolen some of Cairo's wonder away. Bes liked to people watch during the day though, tucked away in the shade as he observed tourists wander through his city with awe. While the sun was up the streets were a mess of people from all over- but the real opportunities came at night.
Bes had earned his dinner many a time by stepping in as a fellow street dweller attempted to use force on some unsuspecting traveler, or the occasional group of girls out on the town couldn't find their way home. The son of Bastet was above begging- attempting instead to pedal the handmade wares his father had taught him to make or offer his services as a guide -but during the off season ends became more difficult to meet.
This evening after trying his luck and breaking below even the teen had resigned himself to covertly scrounging through the half rotted fruit thrown out by a street vendor now long gone. It was imperative he lay low, uninterested in catching unwanted attention regarding usually concealed cat like features. It was unusually hot for this time of year and wearing clothes heavy enough to hide a switching tail or a hat to cover velveteen ears made him so warm he bordered on nauseous- so he decided to take the chance. If he was quick enough to find himself something to eat and return home without being seen in passing everything should be fine.
The possibility of confrontation was unfortunately weighing heavy, causing the boy to jump at every scutter and scrap.
