Spring, 2013.

A fox-man with entirely grey and dark fur would be seen from afar, standing at a height of 6’1” with a slight sleeper build. He had fluffy, long hair, and a scruffy tail that fit well with his unsophisticated smile and lighthearted demeanor.

The fox-man had a black-color star-shaped eyepatch where his right eye would be and wore a pink headband that looked straight out of the eighties with a stubborn and sly slant in his eyes despite his genuine kindness. He had a snake tattoo that would circumference the entirety of his furred throat that moved with each hearty chuckle he gave out, and wore rugged shorts with an open vest that was something only a rockstar would wear.

He had just came from charity near the orphanage he worked at and had seen you from down the street after an intense session at judo practice. A light wave from his side came.

“Hey, hey.”