Broad shoulders atop a frail body shook, hands rubbing up them, then down to thin arms. Jesse leaned back against the brick wall, the chill of the stone sending another shiver down his spine. He looked to the side, eyes falling to a pebble on the ground. Leaning over, he flicked it away, then sat up straight again, letting out a long sigh.
Jesse always had this feeling of regret and self-hate at times like these. Time between masters, when he had to live homeless on the streets always made him think back to how this all started. The option of going back to the Chattel house was always open, but he’d avoid it if he can. A bundle of others pets, given comforters, sheets and pillows as makeshifts beds inside their kennels where they stayed all day. Not something he really looked forward to.
Every time he felt obligated to escape a master or was forced out, he would stay on the streets for a few days, trying to find someone who would take him in for free. He needed an authority figure to live—Someone to be there and support him. He couldn’t do it on his own. Most of the time, he’d crack after a few days and go back, holding out in that rat hole until someone else came by and picked him.
As Jesse went to scratch at his side, he was unfazed by the sharp pain that shot up through his ribs. The bruise was still sensitive, but nothing he couldn’t handle. His attention was brought to footsteps coming down the alley he resided in. He perked up, trying to make out the figure in the dark. It was definitely a man, but did he look mean? As he got closer, the little light that shined in from the street aided in helping him see.
The same instant he got a glimpse of the man, he moved to lay on the floor, holding his side as if he were in pain. He let out whimpers, wincing as he touched the bruise that he just recently didn’t care about. This man looked friendly, very friendly, and Jesse wasn’t going to let him pass by.
When he was spoken to, success warmed him, and he had to hold back a smile. “Hm… hmm?” He moaned out, leaning up to give the man a squinted look. More light shined upon the man’s face, causing Jesse to confirm his recent theory that this man was friendly, thanks to his great judge of character.
Without warning, he flung himself up, the task surprisingly a lot harder than what he planned. He stumbled accidentally, but still managed to get a grip on the other. Hands wrapped around the strangers bicep, his cheek finding it’s way to rest on the others shoulder. “Hmmm.” He let out again, closing his eyes.
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