// @hypohearted
it’s a little too cold out tonight on the streets, and adrien doesn’t exactly have a jacket yet. he might be able to afford the rent on his dilapidated studio apartment, but that leaves him with barely enough money for other necessities, including warm clothes. it’s for that reason that he chooses to shift into canine form, collar and all, knowing that at least this way he’ll be warm. worst comes to worst and someone finds him like this, he can always let them see the dog tag that lists his address -- or, even better, he can just run away.
making his way down the sidewalk ( and likely scaring numerous small children in the process ), the dog is just starting out on his evening walk, only to be stopped by a familiar face in his peripherals -- but he doesn’t know anyone here. that was the entire point of moving here. curious, he approaches, sniffing the air as he creeps up behind them. ( creep being a fairly subjective term, seeing as he weighs just a few pounds shy of 200 in this form. ) his head nudges against the stranger’s behind, the only thing easily in reach, to try to see if they’ll turn around. he needs to know why he thought he knew them.
