Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-5583506-20190713112726

Shanks sat down next to a backdoor in the alleyway, keeping his hood closely pulled over his head, facing down. He sharpened his ears and nose, and concentrated on locating Kayleigh's voice and scent. The two weren't far off, so he'd be able to come running in an instant in case things went south.

"Hey, pal", a wandering drunkard came, stumbling forward. "Care to spare a few caps?"

"Ain't got much on me, meat. Keep walking."

"No need to be rude", the drunkard grumbled with disappointment, struggling to get his feet properly working again. He took note of the moving fluffy tail sticking out underneath the coat of the stranger. "You've got a dog crammed in there or what? Should let the poor bastard out before he suffocates."

"I think he is perfectly fine where he is", Shanks lied. He hated distractions and just wanted the drunk to keep moving, or else he would lose focus on Kay.

The drunkard scoffed and mumbled something about rude bastards and animal abuse before walking off.