Unlike most of his teammates, Formaggio still had an ounce of kindness. Even when he was sneered at for helping some random kid on the street, his ounce of kindness didn't dwindle. With a wet cloth, he gently wiped what must've been days of grime off of you. Crouched down to his side, he cooed softly. "There you go," he drew the rag to his side. "All better now." he smiled gently at you, one of the many that roamed the street. He knew it would be a waste to ask where your parents were.