headcanon / street-rat days. *
When Crow was living on the streets, he still had a high level of hygiene. He would steal toothpaste / mouthwash and soap, and would shower routinely at the local swimming baths. He wasn’t as ‘flawless’ as he is today, but there’s only so tidy you can stay when you’re living in dirty alleyways and constantly running from cops because you’re stealing things to survive.
He had two ‘friends’ that stuck by him while he was living rough. One was a boy who they just called ‘B’ and a girl called Winter. Winter was the quiet reserved type while B was the highly volatile aggressive type. It was often B who would scare off ‘rivals’ who tried to mess with them or steal their shit, though both he and Crow would have fought tooth and nail for Winter’s sake. They never ‘’lived’’ together, per se, but they had one another’s backs and would often meet just to share food or supplies they scavenged for before parting ways.
Sometimes, when incredibly desperate, Crow would purposefully let himself get arrested so that he could have a roof over his head and a meal in his stomach. He was never sent to a bad prison as he was ‘’just a troublemaker’’ at the time; detainment in his local station wasn’t so bad for him, and he actually ended up ironically becoming ‘buddies’ with one of the guards, whom he would talk with routinely whenever he came back.
He would often seduce people so that he could pick-pocket them, and when he got good at it he was barely ever caught when doing it. Even though he’d had no training at that point, he was a skilled thief. To this day, he’s retained some of his tricks and, despite the fact that he’s married, will use them if he’s in need of something that someone else has. Even now, sometimes he genuinely forgets that he doesn’t need to steal anymore and does it without thinking.
Crow became skilled with a baseball bat purely because of his time on the streets. He’s so accustomed to the weight now that it doesn’t bother him whatsoever and he can move freely to this day while wielding one. Don’t underestimate him with one, either. A baseball may not be associated with fatalities but rest assured if he gets his hands on one, he will sweep your ass. He’s a mean little firecracker anyway, so couple that with those swing-happy tendencies and you’ve got yourself a real competitor, even without The Noughts’ training.
To this day, Crow is still known by ‘’street-rat’’ by particular members of The Noughts, and a shop-keeper by the name of Lui.