@spiritedfeline || starter
This shit-hole city was seriously starting to piss him off. Waking up near a pit, getting lost, practically breaking his hand ‘cuz he nearly got hit by a car. Not that the car actually hit him or anything, he just got mad about the near accident and tried punching it. Turns out he doesn’t nearly have the same strength to wreck shit here than he did back home.
Out on the streets, it was a lot noisier than it was back home. He kinda liked it, except for the fact that he had absolutely no idea where he was going, and had been just following the flow of the crowd up until he spotted a pair of ears scurrying by. Didn’t he see this person at the hole he woke up by?
“You. Little... thing,” he had hesitated to simply grab the other’s shoulder to force her to face him, claws hovering for a moment before settling on a simple tap.
“You wouldn’t like, happen to know what the hell is going on, right?”
