#k9mariner

[veritii]

Ｃａｎｉｓ:: -- Starter

                 "I never joke.                          I can smell you from here.                           State your name.                                            Nσω. "

[boneslumbehemoth]

k9mariner started following you

"...Kid you smell like wet dog, the hell do you want?"

[cruentamcruciatus]

-Don't Make Me Beg- The young man thought to himself with a whine as, stark naked, he rifled through the trash of Jason's shop. Checking for thrown out clothes that he could wear after having traveled all night to get out of the desert- find a town- and scavenge for food. But, he couldn't use his thumbs without clothes on- putting him into this difficult situation.

Oh there's no clothes in Jason's trash. All unsold clothes get turned into scrap fabric, which he uses for blankets and quilts. At most, there's some plastic wrap, bubble sheets, and empty pill bottles. 

He comes out at nine in the morning, like clockwork, to throw his trash out. Just as he's about to toss the bag he freezes. Uh-oh. That's definitely a person? And.. oh dear. Not a clothed person either.

" E-exuse me, can I help yah? " Holds the trash close to his chest, like a shield.